A Man Is Never More His Single

It's Not The Possibility Of Stalinism In The U.s. That's Worrying Me, It's The Fact That The Stalinist C.p. Seems Doomed To Fail And To Bring Down With It All The Humanitarian Tendencies I Personally Believe In--all The While Acting As A Mould On Which Its Obverse The Fascist Mentality Is Made--and This Recent Massacre Is Certainly A Sign Of Stalinism's Weakness Not Of Its Strength. None Of That Has Anything To Do With Marx's Work--but It Certainly Does Influence One's Attitude Towards A Given Political Party.

The Terrible Thing About Having New York Go Stale On You Is That There's Nowhere Else. It's The Top Of The World.

Why, Lies Are Like A Sticky Juice Overspreading The World, A Living, Growing Flypaper To Catch And Gum The Wings Of Every Human Soul. . . And The Little Helpless Buzzings Of Honest, Liberal, Kindly People, Aren't They Like The Thin Little Noise Flies Make When They're Caught?

It's Rather Grisly, Isnt It, How Soon A Living Man Becomes Nothing More Than A Collection Of Stocks And Bonds And Debts And Real Estate?

There's Something Wonderfully Exciting About The Quiet Sing Song Of An Aeroplane Overhead With All The Guns In Creation Lighting Out At It, And Searchlights Feeling Their Way Across The Sky Like Antennae, And The Earth Shaking Snort Of The Bombs And The Whimper Of Shrapnel Pieces When They Come Down To Patter On The Roof.