Unhappy Parents Teach You A Lesson That

Maybe You Are A Poet And A Dreamer, But Don't You Realize That Those Two Species Are Extinct Now?

Au Revoir, Jewelled Alligators And White Hotels, Hallucinatory Forests, Farewell.

I Feel That, In A Sense, The Writer Knows Nothing Any Longer. He Has No Moral Stance. He Offers The Reader The Contents Of His Own Head, A Set Of Options And Imaginative Alternatives. His Role Is That Of A Scientist, Whether On Safari Or In His Laboratory, Faced With An Unknown Terrain Or Subject. All He Can Do Is To Devise Various Hypotheses And Test Them Against The Facts.

Human Beings Today Are Surrounded By Huge Institutions We Can Never Penetrate: The City, The Banking System, Political And Advertising Conglomerates, Vast Entertainment Enterprises. They've Made Themselves User Friendly, But They Define The Tastes To Which We Conform. They're Rather Subtle, Subservient Tyrants, But No Less Sinister For That.

The Reptiles Had Taken Over The City. Once Again They Were The Dominant Form Of Life. Looking Up At The Ancient Impassive Faces, Kerans Could Understand The Curious Fear They Roused, Rekindling Archaic Memories Of The Terrifying Jungles Of The Paleocene, When The Reptiles Had Gone Down Before The Emergent Mammals, And Sense The Implacable Hatred One Zoological Class Feels Towards Another That Usurps It.