With A Pencil And Paper, I Could

Many Americans Think Of The Rest Of The World As A Kind Of Disneyland, A Showplace For Quaint Fauna, Flora And Artifacts. They Dress For Travel In Cheap, Comfortable, Childish Clothes, As If They Were Going To The Zoo And Would Not Be Seen By Anyone Except The Animals.

Even When We Say Nothing Our Clothes Are Talking Noisily To Everyone Who Sees Us, Telling Them Who We Are, Where We Come From, What We Like To Do In Bed And A Dozen Other Intimate Things.

The Fashion Industry Is No More Able To Preserve A Style That Men And Women Have Decided To Abandon Than To Introduce One They Do Not Choose To Accept.

Real Literature, Like Travel, Is Always A Surprise.

We All Want To Be Guilty, Because Guilt Is Power.