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In Our Time ... A Man Whose Enemies Are Faceless Bureaucrats Almost Never Wins. It Is Our Equivalent To The Anger Of The Gods In Ancient Times. But Those Gods You Must Understand Were Far More Imaginative Than Our Tiny Bureaucrats. They Spoke From Mountaintops Not From Tiny Airless Offices. They Rode Clouds. They Were Possessed Of Passion. They Had Voices And Names. Six Thousand Years Of Civilization Have Brought Us To This.

As A Species We Are Always Hungry For New Knowledge.

We Need To Listen To One Another.

I Won't Talk To You About My Family And You Won't Talk To Me About Yours. Family Talk Is Either Boring Or Self-pitying. Or It's Gothic, Like A Faulkner Novel. Who Needs To Talk About It? It's Enough To Live It.

A Book Is Sent Out Into The World, And There Is No Way Of Fully Anticipating The Responses It Will Elicit. Consider The Responses Called Forth By The Bible, Homer, Shakespeare - Let Alone Contemporary Poetry Or A Modern Novel.