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His Examiner Said Severely: "baskerville, You Blank Round, Discursiveness Is Not Literature." "the Aim Of Literature," Baskerville Replied Grandly, "is The Creation Of A Strange Object Covered With Fur Which Breaks Your Heart."

How Can You Be Alienated Without First Having Been Connected?

Is It Permitted To Differ With Kierkegaard? Not Only Permitted But Necessary. If You Love Him.

People Always Like To Hear That They're Under Stress, Makes Them Feel Better. You Can Imagine What They'd Feel If They Were Told They Weren't Under Stress.

Instant Gratification Is Not As Good As That Gratification Which Comes Dripping Slow, Over The Sere Seasons.