Advertising Is A Racket, Like The Movies

It's A Mining Town In Lotus Land.

This Is What I Think Now: That The Natural State Of The Sentient Adult Is A Qualified Unhappiness.

I Am Not A Great Man, But Sometimes I Think The Impersonal And Objective Equality Of My Talent And The Sacrifices Of It, In Pieces, To Preserve Its Essential Value Has Some Sort Of Epic Grandeur.

I Am Slow-thinking And Full Of Interior Rules That Act As Brakes On My Desires.

I Don't Think He Was Ever Happy Unless Someone Was In Love With Him, Responding To Him Like Filings To A Magnet, Helping Him To Explain Himself, Promising Him Something. What It Was I Do Not Know. Perhaps They Promised That There Would Always Be Women In The World Who Would Spend Their Brightest, Freshest, Rarest Hours To Nurse And Protect That Superiority He Cherished In His Heart.