I Grew Up Thinking There

Every Wife Who Slaves To Keep Herself Pretty, To Cook Her Husband's Favourite Meals, To Build Up His Pride And Confidence In Himself At The Expense Of His Sense Of Reality, To Be His Closest And Effectively His Only Friend, To Encourage Him To Rejectthe Consensus Of Opinionand Find Reassurance Only In Her Arms Is Binding Her Mate To Her With Hoops Of Steel That Will Strangle Them Both.

The Only Perfect Love To Be Found On Earth Is Not Sexual Love, Which Is Riddled With Hostility And Insecurity, But The Wordless Commitment Of Families, Which Takes As Its Model Mother-love. This Is Not To Say That Fathers Have No Place, For Father-love, With Its Driving For Self-improvement And Discipline, Is Also Essential To Survival, But That Uncorrected Father-love, Father-love As It Were Practiced By Both Parents, Is A Way To Annihilation.

What We Ought To See In The Agonies Of Puberty Is The Result Of The Conditioning That Maims The Female Personality In Creating The Feminine.

Consensus Politics Means That You Cannot Afford To Give The Many-headed Beast, The Public, Anything To Vote Against, For Voting Against Is What Gargantuan Pseudodemocracy Has To Come Down To.

Human Beings Have An Inalienable Right To Invent Themselves.