But You Are Involved In The World,

The Whole Point Of Marriage Is To Stop You Getting Anywhere Near Real Life. You Think It's A Great Struggle With The Mystery Of Being. It's More Like Being Smothered In Warm Cocoa. There's Sex, But It's Not What You Think. Marvellous, For The First Fortnight. Then Every Wednesday. If There Isn't A Good Late-night Concert On The Third. Meanwhile You Become A Biological Functionary. An Agent Of The Great Female Womb, Spawning Away, Dumping Its Goods In Your Lap For Succour. Daddy, Daddy, We're Here, And We're Expensive.

English History Is All About Men Liking Their Fathers, And American History Is All About Men Hating Their Fathers And Trying To Burn Down Everything They Ever Did.

Genitals Are A Great Distraction To Scholarship

But You Are Involved In The World, And Your Actions Have Consequences For Other People, And If You Don't Recognize That, Then That's The Supreme Kind Of Cruelty. Everyone Shares Someone Else's Fate To Some Extent.

Reading Someone Else's Newspaper Is Like Sleeping With Someone Else's Wife. Nothing Seems To Be Precisely In The Right Place, And When You Find What You Are Looking For, It Is Not Clear Then How To Respond To It.