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I Feel Fairly Certain That My Hatred Harms Me More Than The People Whom I Hate.

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.

We Live In An Age Of Reproduction. Most Of What Makes Up Our Personal Picture Of The World We Have Never Seen With Our Own Eyes--or Rather, We've Seen It With Our Own Eyes, But Not On The Spot: Our Knowledge Comes To Us From A Distance, We Are Televiewers, Telehearers, Teleknowers.

All That Remains Is The Mad Desire For Present Identity Through A Woman.

Why Don't We Follow Our Yearning?