Scratch A Socialist And You Find A

What I Really Do Is Take Real Plums And Put Them In An Imaginary Cake.

What I Really Do Is Take Real Plums And Put Them In An Imaginary Cake. If You're Interested In The Cake, You Get Rather Annoyed With People Saying What Species The Real Plum Was.

It Has To Be Acknowledged That In Capitalist Society, With Its Herds Of Hippies, Originality Has Become A Sort Of Fringe Benefit, A Mere Convention, Accepted Obsolescence, The Beatnik Model Being Turned In For The Hippie Model, As Though Strangely Obedient To Capitalist Laws Of Marketing.

Life Is A System Of Recurrent Pairs, The Poison And The Antidote Being Eternally Packaged Together By Some Considerate Heavenly Druggist.

Whenever In History, Equality Appeared On The Agenda, It Was Exported Somewhere Else, Like An Undesirable.