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There Is A Peculiar Burning Odor In The Room, Like Explosives. The Kitchen Fills With Smoke And The Hot, Sweet, Ashy Smell Of Scorched Cookies. The War Has Begun.

In A Sense Much Great Literature Is Subversive, Since Its Very Existence Implies That What Matters Is Art, Imagination, And Truth. In What We Call The Real World, On The Other Hand, What Usually Counts Is Money, Power, And Public Success.

The Fashion Pages Of Magazines Such As Cosmopolitan Now Seem To Specialize In Telling The Career Girl What To Wear To Charm The Particular Wrong Type Of Man Who Reads Playboy, While The Editorial Pages Tell Her How To Cope With The Resulting Psychic Damage.

We All Want To Be Guilty, Because Guilt Is Power.

We Can Lie In The Language Of Dress Or Try Ot Tell The Truth; But Unless We Are Naked And Bald, It Is Impossible To Be Silent.