In The East Men Know

The Kiss Itself Is Immortal. It Travels From Lip To Lip, Century To Century, From Age To Age. Men And Women Garner These Kisses, Offer Them To Others And Then Die In Turn.

In The East Men Know Panic, But They Do Not Know What Fright Is.

History, That Excitable And Unreliable Old Lady.

The Secret Is Not To Betray Your Ignorance. Just Maneuver, Avoid The Quicksands And Obstacles, And The Rest Can Be Found In A Dictionary.

War! When I But Think Of This Word, I Feel Bewildered, As Though They Were Speaking To Me Of Sorcery, Of The Inquisition, Of A Distant, Finished, Abominable, Monstrous, Unnatural Thing. When They Speak To Us Of Cannibals, We Smile Proudly, As We Proclaim Our Superiority To These Savages. Who Are The Real Savages? Those Who Struggle In Order To Eat Those Whom They Vanquish, Or Those Who Struggle Merely To Kill?