[on Paris:] I Do Not

Gradually I Came To Realize That People Will More Readily Swallow Lies Than Truth, As If The Taste Of Lies Was Homey, Appetizing: A Habit.

It Is Charming The Way Everyone In The South Says, 'come Back.' This Is The Regulation Farewell At Gas Stations, Soda Fountains, General Stores, Tourist Camps. 'come Back,' They Call, 'come Back.' Do They Feel Marooned In One Place, Lost, Needing To Believe Someone Will Return To Share Their Exile On The Similar Main Streets, In The Varied But Always New-looking Land?

My Definition Of What Makes A Journey Wholly Or Partially Horrible Is Boredom.

All Politicians Are Bores And Liars And Fakes. I Talk To People.

After A Lifetime Of War-watching, I See War As An Endemic Human Disease, And Governments Are The Carriers.