Transportation Made Sublimation Literal. It Conveyed Evil

The World's Fair Audience Tended To Think Of The Machine As Unqualifiedly Good, Strong, Stupid And Obedient. They Thought Of It As A Giant Slave, An Untiring Steel Negro, Controlled By Reason In A World Of Infinite Resources.

If You Like Your Soccer Cerebral, And The Triumph Ultimately To Be Wrung Out Of Staying Power, Milan Was The Place To Be. If You Love The Uncertainty Of Teams That Cannot Defend Yet Have The Courage To Attack, Attack, Attack, Then Seville Was Heaven... The Common Denominator Between The Victories Of Arsenal And Fenerbache? The Strength Of Mind, The Courage To Dare In Another Team's Domain, The Inner Belief That Is As Much A Part Of Sporting Success As The Skill A Fellow May Be Born With.

The Point Of A Library's Existence Is Not Persuasion Or Evangelism, But Knowledge. It Is Irrelevant To The Good Library Whether, As An Institution, It Shares Or Promotes Your Core Values Or Mine, Or The Attorney General's Or Saddam Hussein's. The Library Is Always An Instrument Of Choice, And The Choice Is Always Yours, Not Your Elected Or Designated Leaders.

We Have Entered A Period Of Intolerance Which Combines, As It Sometimes Does In America, With A Sugary Taste For Euphemism. This Conjunction Fosters Events That Go Beyond The Wildest Dream Of Satire- If Satire Existed In America Anymore; Perhaps The Reason For Its Weakness Is That Reality Has Superseded It.

Drawing Never Dies, It Holds On By The Skin Of Its Teeth, Because The Hunger It Satisfies – The Desire For An Active, Investigative, Manually Vivid Relation With The Things We See And Yearn To Know About – Is Apparently Immortal.