All Desire Springs From A Lack, Which

We Live In A Society Which On The One Hand Pressurizes Us Into The Pursuit Of Instant Gratification, And The Other Hand Imposes On Whole Sectors Of The Population And Endless Deferment Of Fulfillment.

Being Brought Up In A Culture Is A Matter Of Learning Appropriate Forms Of Feeling As Much As Particular Ways Of Thinking.

Those Who Sentimentally Indulge Humanity Do It No Favours.

[f]or The Most Part Football These Days Is The Opium Of The People, Not To Speak Of Their Crack Cocaine. Its Icon Is The Impeccably Tory, Slavishly Conformist Beckham. The Reds Are No Longer The Bolsheviks. Nobody Serious About Political Change Can Shirk The Fact That The Game Has To Be Abolished. And Any Political Outfit That Tried It On Would Have About As Much Chance Of Power As The Chief Executive Of Bp Has In Taking Over From Oprah Winfrey.

Poetry Is The Most Subtle Of The Literary Arts, And Students Grow More Ingenious By The Year At Avoiding It. If They Can Nip Around Milton, Duck Under Blake And Collapse Gratefully Into The Arms Of Jane Austen, A Lot Of Them Will.