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I Find Wholly Baffling The Widespread Belief Today That The Dropping Of The Hiroshima And Nagasaki Bombs Was An Immoral Act, Even Possibly A War Crime To Rank With Nazi Genocide.

The American Dream Has Run Out Of Gas. The Car Has Stopped. It No Longer Supplies The World With Its Images, Its Dreams, Its Fantasies. No More. It's Over. It Supplies The World With Its Nightmares Now: The Kennedy Assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.

By The Eighteenth Book, One Has A Sense Of Having Bricked Oneself Into A Niche, A Roosting Place For Other People's Pigeons. I Wouldn't Recommend It.

I Would Sum Up My Fear About The Future In One Word: Boring. And That's My One Fear: That Everything Has Happened; Nothing Exciting Or New Or Interesting Is Ever Going To Happen Again... The Future Is Just Going To Be A Vast, Conforming Suburb Of The Soul.

The Car As We Know It Is On The Way Out. To A Large Extent, I Deplore Its Passing, For As A Basically Old-fashioned Machine, It Enshrines A Basically Old-fashioned Idea: Freedom.