When Young I Did My Best To

Hitler Admired Stalin, Quite Properly Seeing Himself As A Mere Infant In Crime Compared To His Great Exemplar.

We Spend Our Lives Fighting To Get People Very Slightly More Stupid Than Ourselves To Accept Truths That The Great Men Have Always Known.

Our Society Is Dependent On Some Precarious Mechanisms, And They Are Very Dicey. They Can Easily Collapse.

What Of October, That Ambiguous Month, The Month Of Tension, The Unendurable Month?

I Don't Think In Terms Of Optimism And Pessimism When Writing A Story. I Am Telling A Story.