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Fortune Has Dealt With Me Rather Too Well. I Have Known Little Struggle, Not Much Poverty, Many Generosities. Now And Then I Have, For My Books Or Myself, Been Somewhat Warmly Denounced -- There Was One Good Pastor In California Who Upon Reading My Elmer Gantry Desired To Lead A Mob And Lynch Me, While Another Holy Man In The State Of Maine Wondered If There Was No Respectable And Righteous Way Of Putting Me In Jail.

In Fact, The Whole Thing About Prohibition Is This: It Isn't The Initial Cost, It's The Humidity.

Whatever The Misery, He Could Not Regain Contentment With A World Which, Once Doubted, Became Absurd.

There Are Dozens Of Young Poets And Fictioneers Most Of Them A Little Insane In The Tradition Of James Joyce, Who, However Insane They May Be, Have Refused To Be Genteel And Traditional And Dull.

I Am Convinced That Everything That Is Worth While In The World Has Been Accomplished By The Free, Inquiring, Critical Spirit, And That The Preservation Of This Spirit Is More Important Than Any Social System Whatsoever. But The Men Of Ritual And The Men Of Barbarism Are Capable Of Shutting Up The Men Of Science And Silencing Them Forever.