You Have To Be Grown Up, Really

Anna, There's Something Very Arrogant About Insisting On The Right To Be Right.

Knowing Cats, A Lifetime Of Cats, What Is Left Is A Sediment Of Sorrow Quite Different From That Due To Humans: Compounded Of Pain For Their Helplessness, Of Guilt On Behalf Of Us All.

Literature Is Analysis After The Event.

The Freudians Describe The Conscious As A Small Lit Area, All White, And The Unconscious As A Great Dark Marsh Full Of Monsters. In Their View, The Monsters Reach Up, Grab You By The Ankles, And Try To Drag You Down.

Basic Facts Tend Always To Be Those Most Easily Overlooked.