The Weasel Under The Cocktail Cabinet.

Sometimes You Feel You Have The Truth Of A Moment In Your Hand, Then It Slips Through Your Fingers And Is Lost.

I Ought Not To Speak About The Dead Because The Dead Are All Over The Place.

Do The Structures Of Language And The Structures Of Reality (by Which I Mean What Actually Happens) Move Along Parallel Lines? Does Reality Essentially Remain Outside Language, Separate, Obdurate, Alien, Not Susceptible To Description? Is An Accurate And Vital Correspondence Between What Is And Our Perception Of It Impossible? Or Is It That We Are Obliged To Use Language Only In Order To Obscure And Distort Reality -- To Distort What Happens -- Because We Fear It?

One Way Of Looking At Speech Is To Say It Is A Constant Stratagem To Cover Nakedness.

There Is A Movement To Get An International Criminal Court In The World, Voted For By Hundreds Of States-but With The Noticeable Absence Of The United States Of America.