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Any Claim To Actual Identification As A Drama Must Rest Upon The Construction Of A Plot Independent Of The Assignment Of Affliction To The Protagonist.

The Terror And Beauty Of The Dream Come From The Connection Of Previously Unrelated Mundanities Of Life.

The Honest Man Might Observe... That No One Gets Something For Nothing; That Politicians Go In Poor And Go Out Rich; That The Government Screws Up Everything It Touches; And That The Will To Believe Is Best Confined To The Religious Venue, As To Practice It Elsewhere Is Just Too Damned Expensive.

We All Die In The End, But There's No Reason To Die In The Middle.

It's Hard For A Jew Of My Generation, An American Jew, Who Is Philo-zionistic, Not To Romanticize Israel.