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And The Ideologies Trailed After These Impossible Events Like Condemned Prisoners, As Ideologies Do When They've Had Their Day. Because They Have No Heart Of Their Own. They're The Whores And Angels Of Our Striving Selves.

Remember Graham Green's Dictum That Childhood Is The Bank Balance Of The Writer? I Think That All Writers Feel Alienated. Most Of Us Go Back To An Alienated Childhood In Some Way Or Another. I Know That I Do.

Unfortunately It Is The Weak Who Destroy The Strong.

America Has Entered One Of Its Periods Of Historic Madness, But This Is The Worst I Can Remember.

Survival...is An Infinite Capacity For Suspicion.