We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which

The Sending Of A Letter Constitutes A Magical Grasp Upon The Future.

I Think The Novel Is Essentially A Comic Form (tragedy Is For The Theatre), Not Meaning By That Full Of Jokes, But That It Is About The Absurd Detail Of Human Life, The Way In Which One Cannot Fully Understand What Is Happening. Life Is Muddle And Jumble And Ends Inconclusively, And When This Is Presented With Great Comic Art The Sorrows Of Human Life Can Be Truthfully Conveyed; One Is Moved By The Spectacle, And Feels That Something Truthful Has Been Told In A Magic Way.

Music Relates Sound And Time And So Pictures The Ultimate Edges Of Human Commmunications.

Reading And Writing And The Preservation Of Language And Its Forms And The Kind Of Eloquence And The Kind Of Beauty Which The Language Is Capable Of Is Terribly Important To The Human Beings Because This Is Connected To Thought.

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.