Art Takes Whatever - And

The Problems Of Today's Youth Were No Longer A Sunday Supplement, Or A News Broadcast, Or Anything So Remote And Intangible. They Were Suddenly Become A Dirty, Shivering Boy, Who Told Us That In This World We Had Built For Him With Our Sweat And Our Blood, He Was Not Only Tired Of Living, But So Unscared Of Dying That He Did It Daily, Sometimes For Recreation.

We Did Make Use, From Time To Time, Of Candles, Neckties, Scarves, Shoelaces, A Little Water-color Paintbrush, Her Hairbrush, Butter, Whipped Cream, Strawberry Jam, Johnson’s Baby Oil, My Swedish Hand Vibrator, A Fascinating Bead Necklace She Had, Miscellaneous Common Household Items, And Every Molecule Of Flesh That Was Exposed To Air Or Could Be Located With Strenuous Search.

And There's This Place Called College! I Mean, They Want You To Care, Dig It, Care About This Education Trip, And They Don't Care Enough Themselves To Make It As Attractive As The Crap Game Across The Street!

And I Repeat: If There Is Anything That Can Divert The Land Of My Birth From Its Current Stampede Into The Stone Age, It Is The Widespread Dissemination Of The Thoughts And Perceptions That Robert Heinlein Has Been Selling As Entertainment Since 1939.

Man, You're No Smarter Than Me. You're Just A Fancier Kind Of Stupid.