U.s.a. Is The Speech Of The People

One Of The Most Extraordinary Things About Industrial Society Of The Present Day Is Its Idiot Lack Of Memory. Tabloids And Movies Take The Place Of Mental Processes And Revolts, Crimes, Despairs Pass Off In A Dribble Of Vague Words And Rubber Stamp Phrases Without Leaving A Scratch On The Mind Of The Driven Instalment-paying, Subway-packing Mass.

The Creation Of A World View Is The Work Of A Generation Rather Than Of An Individual, But We Each Of Us, For Better Or For Worse, Add Our Brick To The Edifice.

There's Something Wonderfully Exciting About The Quiet Sing Song Of An Aeroplane Overhead With All The Guns In Creation Lighting Out At It, And Searchlights Feeling Their Way Across The Sky Like Antennae, And The Earth Shaking Snort Of The Bombs And The Whimper Of Shrapnel Pieces When They Come Down To Patter On The Roof.

Individuality Is Freedom Lived.

Why, Lies Are Like A Sticky Juice Overspreading The World, A Living, Growing Flypaper To Catch And Gum The Wings Of Every Human Soul. . . And The Little Helpless Buzzings Of Honest, Liberal, Kindly People, Aren't They Like The Thin Little Noise Flies Make When They're Caught?