... Whatever Is Not Happening Now Is

All Literature Is Written By The Old To Teach The Young How To Express Themselves So That They In Turn May Write Literature To Teach The Old How To Express Themselves. All Literature Is Written By Mentally Precocious Adolescents And By Mentally Precocious Senescents.

Conversation Succeeds Conversation, Until There's Nothing Left To Talk About Except Truth, The Perennial Monologue, And No Talker To Dispute It But Itself.

Every Woman Must Live By Some Sense Of Victory Over Disappointments, And Olympias Was Not The Sort Of Woman To Find Compensation In Her Own Powers Of Self-control And Endurance.

I Believe That Misconceptions About Oneself That One Does Not Correct Where Possible Act As A Bad Magic.

The Rhythmic Pattern Of The Poem, Which Forces Continuity Of Attention - Incites A Pleasurable Compulsion To 'follow' - Is Either A Tried Metrical Suasion-contrivance Or A Specially Invented Pattern Of Physical Insistences, Equally, If Not More, Binding In Its Effect On The Reader. From A Straight Linguistic Point Of View, There Is Room For Wonder If There Is Not Latent Vice In This Environment In Which Pleasurable Physically-compelled Responses, Produced By Incidents Of Poetic Utterance, Are Identified With The Good.