For The Serious Artist Does Not Satisfy

But Where I Itty Now, O My Brothers, Is All On My Oddy Knocky, Where You Cannot Go. Tomorrow Is All Like Sweet Flowers And The Turning Vonny Earth And The Stars And The Old Luna Up There. ... And All That Cal.

Delimitation Is Always Difficult. The World Is One, Life Is One. The Sweetest And Most Heavenly Of Activities Partake In Some Measure Of Violence - The Act Of Love, For Instance; Music, For Instance.

Art Is Rare And Sacred And Hard Work, And There Ought To Be A Wall Of Fire Around It.

I Was Always On My Oddy Knocky.

The Aura Of The Theocratic Death Penalty For Adultery Still Clings To America, Even Outside New England, And Multiple Divorce, Which Looks To The European Like Serial Polygamy, Is The Moral Solution To The Problem Of The Itch.