She Gives Him What He Can Only

The Barbarians Come Out At Night.

The Idea Of Writer As Sage Is Pretty Much Dead Today. I Would Certainly Feel Very Uncomfortable In The Role.

We Must Cultivate, All Of Us, A Certain Ignorance, A Certain Blindness, Or Society Will Not Be Tolerable.

One Thought Alone Preoccupies The Submerged Mind Of Empire: How Not To End, How Not To Die, How To Prolong Its Era. By Day It Pursues Its Enemies. It Is Cunning And Ruthless, It Sends Its Bloodhounds Everywhere. By Night It Feeds On Images Of Disaster: The Sack Of Cities, The Rape Of Populations, Pyramids Of Bones, Acres Of Desolation.

All Over The World, As Governments Retreat From Their Traditional Duty To Foster The Common Good And Reconceive Of Themselves As Mere Managers Of National Economies, Universities Have Been Coming Under Pressure To Turn Themselves Into Training Schools Equipping Young People With The Skills Required By A Modern Economy.