Vengeful As Nature Herself, She Loves Her

Language Is Power, Life And The Instrument Of Culture, The Instrument Of Domination And Liberation.

I Think I Want To Be In Love With You But I Don't Know How.

Why Do You Do Up Your Hair In Those Tortured Plaits, Now, Melanie? Why? Because, She Said. You Know That's No Answer. You're Spoiling Your Pretty Looks, Pet. Come Here. She Did Not Move. He Ground Out His Cigarette On The Window-ledge And Laughed. Come Here, He Said Again, Softly. So She Went.

It's Every Woman's Tragedy, That, After A Certain Age, She Looks Like A Female Impersonator. Mind You, We've Known Some Lovely Female Impersonators, In Our Time.

If The Barbarians Are Destroyed, Who Will We Then Be Able To Blame For The Bad Things?