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But Perhaps More Important, As Someone Wishing To Make A Comment Or Two About Contemporary Life And Values, I Don't Have To Dig Through Libraries Or Travel To Exotic Lands To Arrive At A View Of Our Modern Situation Refracted Through The Lens Of The Preindustrial World, Or The Uncommercialized, Unfranchised, Perhaps Unsanitized-and Therefore Supposedly More "authentic"-perspective Ofthe Third World. Very Simply, This Is Because That "other" World, As Alien As If Separated By Centuries In Time, Is The One From Which I Came

Generally, I Tend To Despise Human Behavior Rather Than Human Creatures.

I Don't Very Often Read Novels.

I've Learned That I Must Find Positive Outlets For Anger Or It Will Destroy Me. There Is A Certain Anger: It Reaches Such Intensity That To Express It Fully Would Require Homicidal Rage--self Destructive, Destroy The World Rage--and Its Flame Burns Because The World Is So Unjust. I Have To Try To Find A Way To Channel That Anger To The Positive, And The Highest Positive Is Forgiveness.

To Be Compared To Jackie Robinson Is An Enormous Compliment, But I Don't Think It's Necessarily Deserved.