Bollocks Have Never Frightened Me. I'll Eat

Awareness Of Time As Flying Has Some Advantages; It Precludes Boredom, For One Thing. It Matters Little That Younger People Find Older People Boring Or Slow. Older People Have A Right To Resist Being Rushed, To Stand And Stare At The Fragile World That Has Become So Unspeakably Dear To Them. For The Lucky Ones, Who Will Not Have To Leave While They Are Still In Love With Life, There Will Come A Later Time When That Passion Too Will Fade, But While One Is Still Possessed By That Great Tenderness, It Must Be Yielded To.

The Few Men Who Do A Hand's Turn Around The House Expect Gratitude And Recognition, So Sure Are They That, Though It Is Their Dirt, It Is Not Their Job.

War Is The Admission Of Defeat In The Face Of Conflicting Interests: By War The Issue Is Left To Chance, And The Tacit Assumption That The Best Man Will Win Is Not At All Justified. It Might Equally Be Argued That The Worst, The Most Unscrupulous Man Will Win, Although History Will Continue The Absurd Game By Finding Him After All The Best Man.

So Far It Has Been Assumed That The Only Pregnancies Which Are Aborted Are Accidental Ones And The Only Foetuses Destroyed Those Whose Mothers Could Not Bear The Thought Of Their Becoming Children. In A Just World This Would Be The Case, But The World Is Far From Just. Too Many Women Are Forced To Abort By Poverty, By Their Menfolk, By Their Parents. Poverty Has Many Faces; It May Be The Poverty Of The Young, The Unmarried, The Student, The Unemployed, The Female Or A Combination Of These.

The Castration Of Women Has Been Carried Out In Terms Of A Masculine-feminine Polarity, In Which Men Have Commandeered All The Energy And Streamlined It Into An Aggressive Conquistadorial Power, Reducing All Heterosexual Contact To A Sadomasochistic Pattern.