The Sputnik Is Just To Me Like

The Whole Social Structure Is Now Tumbling Down, Dethroning Its God, Undermining All Its Certainties. All This, Wonderfully Enough, Is Being Done In The Name Of The Health, Wealth, And Happiness Of All Mankind.

I Am In A Slight Difficulty Because I Find Myself In A Minute Minority There, In That This Sputnik Didn't Either Interest Me Or Frighten Me, But That's Because I Don't, You See, Believe That The Circumstances Of Life Are The Important Thing.

This Horror Of Pain Is A Rather Low Instinct And... If I Think Of Human Beings I've Known And Of My Own Life, Such As It Is, I Can't Recall Any Case Of Pain Which Didn't, On The Whole, Enrich Life.

I Think That The Essence Of A Free And Civilized Society Is That Everything In It Should Be Subject To Criticism, That All Forms Of Authority, Should Be Treated With A Certain Reservation.

The Genius Of Man In Our Time Has Gone Into Jet-propulsion, Atom-splitting, Penicillin-curing, Etc. There Is None Over For Works Of Imagination; Of Spiritual Insight Or Mystical Enlightenment. I Asked For Bread And Was Given A Tranquilliser.