[a]ny Notion Of The Serious

Rock Gives Children, On A Silver Platter, With All The Public Authority Of The Entertainment Industry, Everything Their Parents Always Used To Tell Them They Had To Wait For Until They Grew Up And Would Understand Later.

All Literature Up To Today Is Sexist. The Muses Never Sang To The Poets About Liberated Women. It's The Same Old Chanson From The Bible And Homer Through Joyce And Proust.

We Need History, Not To Tell Us What Happened Or To Explain The Past, But To Make The Past Alive So That It Can Explain Us And Make A Future Possible.

We Are Like Ignorant Shepherds Living On A Site Where Great Civilizations Once Flourished. The Shepherds Play With The Fragments That Pop Up To The Surface, Having No Notion Of The Beautiful Structures Of Which They Were Once A Part.

Our Nation, A Great Stage For The Acting Out Of Great Thoughts, Presents The Classic Confrontation Between Locke's Views Of The State Of Nature And Rousseau's Criticism Of Them... Nature Is Raw Material, Worthless Without The Mixture Of Human Labor; Yet Nature Is Also The Highest And Most Sacred Thing. The Same People Who Struggle To Save The Snail-darter Bless The Pill, Worry About Hunting Deer And Defend Abortion. Reverence For Nature, Mastery Of Nature- Whichever Is Convenient.