I Think Trying To Be Cool Is

The Appropriation Of Radical Thinking By Lazy, Self-obsessed Hippies Is A Public Relations Disaster That Could Cost The Earth.

Kingsley Watched Her Disappear From The Room, Wondering If His Heart Would Break. Logic Informed Him That Of Course It Would Not. The Heart Was No More Than A Muscle, A Pump Which Distributed Blood About The Body.

Any Closer Would Unravel Her Mystery, The Very Thing Which Made Her So Truly Beautiful...it Was Her Mystery That He Adored. He Was In Love With Everything That He Did Not Know About Her... No Real Sexual Encounter Could Ever Match The Secret One That He Could Nurture In His Imagination... No Living Flesh Could Ever Be The Erotic Equal Of Flesh Kept Private, Untouchable And Unknowable

Leaders Should Never, Ever Try To Look Cool - That's For Dictators

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.