Isn’t ‘not To Be Bored’

The Whole Dream Of Democracy Is To Raise The Proletarian To The Level Of Stupidity Attained By The Bourgeois.

A Man, At Least, Is Free; He Can Explore Every Passion, Every Land, Overcome Obstacles, Taste The Most Distant Pleasures. But A Woman Is Continually Thwarted. Inert And Pliant At The Same Time, She Must Struggle Against Both The Softness Of Her Flesh And Subjection To The Law. Her Will, Like The Veil Tied To Her Hat By A String, Flutters With Every Breeze; There Is Always Some Desire Luring Her On, Some Convention Holding Her Back.

What Baffled Him Was That There Should Be All This Fuss About Something So Simple As Love.

Prose Is Like Hair; It Shines With Combing.

Abstraction Can Provide Stumbling Blocks For People Of Strange Intelligence.