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Nudity In Photography, Whether Involving Adults Or Children, Is A Subject Sinking Under A Freight Of Political And Moral Disapproval It Could Never Hope To Support, And This Is Not The Place For Me To Get Out The Bilge Pump. I Will Only Say That Critics Who Tremble So Fiercely At The Thought Of The Voyeuristic Male Gaze Miss The Point That Distance Generates Mystery And Enchantment, And Expresses The Awe With Which The Male Imagination Regards All Women.

Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of Infantile Erotica.

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.

People Think That By Living On Some Mountainside In A Tent And Being Frozen To Death By Freezing Rain, They're Somehow Discovering Reality, But Of Course That's Just Another Fiction Dreamed Up By A Tv Producer.

Along With Our Passivity, We're Entering A Profoundly Masochistic Phase Everyone Is A Victim These Days, Of Parents, Doctors, Pharmaceutical Companies, Even Love Itself. And How Much We Enjoy It. Our Happiest Moments Are Spent Trying To Think Up New Varieties Of Victimhood.