The Point Is To Be Good-to Be

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.

Man, The Creature Who Knows He Must Die, Who Has Dreams Larger Than His Destiny, Who Is Forever Working A Confidence Trick On Himself, Needs An Ally. Mine Has Been Tobacco.

California, That Advance Post Of Our Civilization, With Its Huge Aircraft Factories, Tv And Film Studios, Automobile Way Of Life... Its Flavourless Cosmopolitanism, Its Charlatan Philosophies And Religions, Its Lack Of Anything Old And Well-tried Rooted In Tradition And Character.

Our Dourest Parsons, Who Followed The Nonconformist Fashion Of Long Extemporary Prayers, Always Seemed To Me To Be Bent On Bullying God.

I Fancy That The Hell Of Too Many People Would Occupy A Respectable Place In The Hierarchy Of Infernal Regions.