Language Is Memory And Metaphor.

Sadistic Literature Is Not Only Inhumane. It Is Anti-human.

From So Much Of This Seriously-intended Pornography There Rises, Even When It Is Lewdly Or Boisterously Comic, The Acrid Smell, Unmistakable, Of Self-dislike.

Mere Human Beings Cant Afford To Be Fanatical About Anything. Not Even About Justice Or Loyalty. The Fanatic For Justice Ends By Murdering A Million Helpless People To Clear A Space For His Law-courts. If We Are To Survive On This Planet, There Must Be Compromises.

There Is A Stage In Any Misery When The Victim Begins To Find A Deep Satisfaction In It.

Pornography Is Essentially Reductive, An Exercise In The Nothing-but Mode, A Depersonalizing Of The Human Beings Involved, A Showing-up Of Human Lust As Nothing But An Affair Of The Genitals.