No One Ever Hates Without A Cause.

The Prefect Evening...lying Down On The Couch Beside The Bookcase And Reading Himself Sleepy...jim Lying Opposite Him At The Other End Of The Couch, Also Reading; The Two Of Them Absorbed In Their Books Yet So Completely Aware Of Each Other's Presence.

I Am Alive, He Says To Himself, I Am Alive! And Life Energy Surges Hotly Through Him, And Delight, And Appetite. How Good To Be In A Body - Even This Old Beat-up Carcass - That Still Has Warm Blood And Live Semen And Rich Marrow And Wholesome Flesh!

What’s So Phony Nowadays Is All This Familiarity. Pretending There Isn’t Any Difference Between People —well, Like You Were Saying About Minorities, This Morning. If You And I Are No Different, What Do We Have To Give Each Other? How Can We Ever Be Friends?

In Order To Get The Worst Possible First Impression Of Los Angeles One Should Arrive There By Bus, Preferably In Summer And On A Saturday Night.

In Ten Minutes They Will Have Arrived On Campus. George Will Have To Be George; The George They Have Named And Will Recognise. So Now He Consciously Applies Himself To Thinking Their Thoughts, Getting Into Their Mood. With The Skill Of A Veteran, He Rapidly Puts On The Psychological Makeup For This Role He Must Play.