Were It Not For Love, Poor Life

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

The Typical Entrepreneur Is No Longer The Bold And Tireless Man Of Marshall, Or The Sly And Rapacious Moneybags Of Marx, But A Mass Of Inert Shareholders, Indistinguishable From Rentiers, Who Employ Salaried Managers To Run Their Concerns.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?

Youth Sees Too Far To See How Near It Is To Seeing Farther.