It Has To Be Admitted

When The Devil Makes His Offer (always Open Incidentally) Of The Kingdoms Of The Earth, It Is The Bordellos Which Glow So Alluringly To Most Of Us, Not The Banks And The Counting-houses And The Snow-swept Corridors Of Power . . . Sex Is The Mysticism Of A Materialistic Society - In The Beginning Was The Flesh, And The Flesh Became Word; With Its Own Mysteries - This Is My Birth Pill; Swallow It In Remembrance Of Me! - And Its Own Sacred Texts And Scriptures - The Erotica Which Fall Like Black Atomic Rain On The Just And Unjust Alike, Drenching Us, Stupefying Us. To Be Carnally Minded Is Life!

The Media Have, Indeed, Provided The Devil With Perhaps The Greatest Opportunity Accorded Him Since Adam And Eve Were Turned Out Of The Garden Of Eden.

As An Old Man...looking Back On One's Life, It's One Of The Things That Strikes You Most Forcibly-that The Only Thing That's Taught One Anything Is Suffering. Not Success, Not Happiness, Not Anything Like That. The Only Thing That Really Teaches One What Life's About...is Suffering, Affliction.

I Regard Myself As A Religious... The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, And Because I Regard The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, I Am Profoundly Skeptical About Any Form Of Human Authority, Any Form Of Human Self-importance.

In My View, Jan Masaryk Was Thoroughly Corrupt, Who Bumped Himself Off Because He Saw At Last Where His Moral Cowardice And Ideological 'playboyery' Had Led Him. I Vividly Remember Visiting Him In Washington, Fat, Slightly Tight, Coming Into The Room Looking Like A Broken-down Butler With His Master, The Little Communist, Clementis, - And Saying In A Loud Voice: 'has Anyone Seen An Iron Curtain? I Haven't.' Well, He Has Now.