History Is A Priori Amoral; It Has

The Cell Door Slammed Behind Rubishov.

Woe Unto The Defeated, Whom History Treads Into The Dust.

The Thing Represented Had To Pass Through Two Distorting Lenses: The Artist's Mind, And His Medium Of Expression, Before It Emerged As A Man-made Dream - The Two, Of Course, Being Intimately Connected And Interacting With Each Other.

One Of The Tests Of A Theory Is That, Once Grasped, It Appears Self-evident.

I Have Repeatedly Stressed That The Selfish Impulses Of Man Constitute A Much Less Historic Danger Than His Integrative Tendencies. To Put It In The Simplest Way: The Individual Who Indulges In An Excess Of Aggressive Self-assertiveness Incurs The Penalties Of Society-he Outlaws Himself, He Contracts Out Of The Hierarchy. The True Believer, On The Other Hand, Becomes More Closely Knit Into It; He Enters The Womb Of His Church, Or Party, Or Whatever The Social Holon To Which He Surrenders His Identity.