Hungry Man, Reach For The Book: It

I Don't Know What A Man Is. Only That Every Man Has His Price.

Let Nothing Be Called Natural In An Age Of Bloody Confusion, Ordered Disorder, Planned Caprice, And Dehumanized Humanity, Lest All Things Be Held Unalterable!

Who Built The Seven Gates Of Thebes? In The Books Are Listed The Names Of Kings. Did The Kings Heave Up The Building Blocks?

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

Don’t Accept The Habitual As A Natural Thing. In Times Of Disorder, Of Organized Confusion, Of De-humanized Humanity, Nothing Should Seem Natural. Nothing Should Seem Impossible To Change.