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Their Violence (the Jungle Wars Of The '70s), And All Violence For That Matter, Reflects The Neutral Exploration Of Sensation That Is Taking Place, Within Sex As Elsewhere And The Sense That The Perversions Are Valuable Precisely Because They Provide A Readily Accessible Anthology Of Exploratory Techniques.

What Our Children Have To Fear Is Not The Cars On The Highways Of Tomorrow But Our Own Pleasure In Calculating The Most Elegant Parameters Of Their Deaths.

A Ton Of Proust Isn’t Worth An Ounce Of Ray Bradbury.

Art Exists Because Reality Is Neither Real Nor Significant.

Civilised Life, You Know, Is Based On A Huge Number Of Illusions In Which We All Collaborate Willingly. The Trouble Is We Forget After A While That They Are Illusions And We Are Deeply Shocked When Reality Is Torn Down Around Us.