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Any Attempt To Define Literary Theory In Terms Of A Distinctive Method Is Doomed To Failure.

[f]or The Most Part Football These Days Is The Opium Of The People, Not To Speak Of Their Crack Cocaine. Its Icon Is The Impeccably Tory, Slavishly Conformist Beckham. The Reds Are No Longer The Bolsheviks. Nobody Serious About Political Change Can Shirk The Fact That The Game Has To Be Abolished. And Any Political Outfit That Tried It On Would Have About As Much Chance Of Power As The Chief Executive Of Bp Has In Taking Over From Oprah Winfrey.

A Socialist Is Just Someone Who Is Unable To Get Over His Or Her Astonishment That Most People Who Have Lived And Died Have Spent Lives Of Wretched, Fruitless, Unremitting Toil.

If History, Philosophy And So On Vanish From Academic Life, What They Leave In Their Wake May Be A Technical Training Facility Or Corporate Research Institute. But It Will Not Be A University In The Classical Sense Of The Term, And It Would Be Deceptive To Call It One.

God Chose What Is Weakest In The World To Shame The Strong.