The Essence Of Pleasure Is Spontaneity.

No One Goes To The Toilet In Novels. You'd Think None Of Us Had Bladders.

The Surest Guide To The Correctness Of The Path That Women Take Is Joy In The Struggle. Revolution Is The Festival Of The Oppressed.

Once A Paper Admits Any Principle Of Censorship For Survival, The We-don't-want-to-do-it-but-we-don't-want-to-lose-the-printer Kind Of Censorship, It Jeopardizes The Integrity Of Its Editorial Principle. It's Better To Print And Be Damned, Because You'll Be Damned Anyway.

The First Kiss Ideally Signals Rapture, Exchange Of Hearts, And Imminent Marriage. Otherwise It Is A Kiss That Lies. All Very Crude And Nonsensical, And Yet It Is The Staple Myth Of Hundreds Of Comics Called 'sweethearts,' 'romantic Secrets' And So Forth. The State Induced By The Kiss Is Actually Self-induced, Of Course, For Few Lips Are So Gifted With Electric And Psychedelic Possibilities.

Rather Than Seek To Be Squired And Dated By Their Rivals Why Should It Not Be Possible For Women To Find Relaxation And Pleasure In The Company Of Their 'inferiors'? They Would Need To Shed Their Desperate Need To Admire A Man, And Accept The Gentler Role Of Loving Him. A Learned Woman Cannot Castrate A Truck-driver Like She Can Her Intellectual Rival, Because He Has No Exaggerated Respect For Her Bookish Capacities. The Alternative To Conventional Education Is Not Stupidity, And Many A Clever Girl Needs The Corrective Of A Humbler Soul's Genuine Wisdom.