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A Village In A Country Which Is Taking Pains To Become Altogether Standardized And Pure, Which Aspires To Succeed Victorian England As The Chief Mediocrity Of The World, Is No Longer Merely Provincial, No Longer Downy And Restful In Its Leaf-shadowed Ignorance. It Is A Force Seeking To Conquer The Earth. Sure Of Itself, It Bullies Other Civilizations, As A Traveling Salesman In A Brown Derby Conquers The Wisdom Of China And Tacks Advertisements Of Cigarettes Over Arches For Centuries Dedicated To The Sayings Of Confucius.

You," Said Dr. Yavitch, "are A Middle-road Liberal, And You Haven't The Slightest Idea What You Want. I, Being A Revolutionist, Know Exactly What I Want -- And What I Want Now Is A Drink.

On The Whole, With Scandalous Exceptions, Democracy Has Given The Ordinary Worker More Dignity Than He Ever Had.

Funny How The World Always Praises Its Opera-singers So Much And Pays 'em So Well And Then Starves Its Shoemakers, And Yet It Needs Good Shoes So Much More Than It Needs Opera--or War Or Fiction.

In Other Countries, Art And Literature Are Left To A Lot Of Shabby Bums Living In Attics And Feeding On Booze And Spaghetti, But In America The Successful Writer Or Picture-painter Is Indistinguishable From Any Other Decent Businessman.