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Modern Man Has Been In Search Of A New Language Of Form To Satisfy New Longings And Aspirations - Longings For Mental Appeasement, Aspirations To Unity, Harmony, Serenity - An End To His Alienation From Nature. All These Arts Of Remote Times Or Strange Cultures Either Give Or Suggest To The Modern Artist Forms Which He Can Adapt To His Needs, The Elements Of A New Iconography.

Sentir Mon Cœur Is A Privilege Only Granted To The Exceptional Man - The One Who Has The Ability To Find Words That Exactly (or, To Himself, Convincingly) Express His Feelings... The Value Of Words Help To Define The Feeling Itself... The Common Failure Is To Allow Habitual Words And Phrases, Flowing Spontaneously From The Memory, To Determine And Deform The Feelings.

The Assumption Is That The Right Kind Of Society Is An Organic Being Not Merely Analogous To An Organic Being, But Actually A Living Structure With Appetites And Digestions, Instincts And Passions, Intelligence And Reason.

Morality, As Has Often Been Pointed Out, Is Antecedent To Religion-it Even Exists In A Rudimentary Form Among Animals.

An Enormous Amount Of Art And Literature Is Erotic In The Sense That It Stimulates Vague Sexual Emotions, But It Has No Pornographic Intention Or Effect Because "it Leaves Everything To The Imagination." The Consumer Has To Invent His Own Images, And It Is Felt, I Do Not Know With What Justification, That There Is No Harm In This.