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Living In An Age Of Advertisement, We Are Perpetually Disillusioned. The Perfect Life Is Spread Before Us Every Day, But It Changes And Withers At A Touch.

I Have Always Been Delighted At The Prospect Of A New Day, A Fresh Try, One More Start, With Perhaps A Bit Of Magic Waiting Somewhere Behind The Morning.

The Real Lost Souls Don't Wear Their Hair Long And Play Guitars. They Have Crew Cuts And Trained Minds, Sign On For Research In Biological Warfare, And Don't Give Their Parents A Moment's Worry.

In Plain Words: Now That Britain Has Told The World That She Has The H-bomb She Should Announce As Early As Possible That She Has Done With It, That She Proposes To Reject In All Circumstances Nuclear Warfare.

Write As Often As Possible, Not With The Idea At Once Of Getting Into Print, But As If You Were Learning An Instrument.