The Human Condition Today Is

Life Was Such A Strange Thing, So Permanent When One Had It, So Fleeting When It Was Lost- And Those Who Lost It Could Never Tell You What It Was Like, Could They?

"literature" Is Written Material That, 100 Years After The Death Of The Author, Is Forced Upon High School Students.

Of All Human Lamentations, Without Doubt, The Most Common Is If Only I Had Known. But We Can't Know, And So Days Of Death And Fire So Often Begin No Differently Than Those Of Love And Warmth.

Well, It's A Communist Country, And The Communists Do Not Reward Personal Initiative...except By Execution.

Most Things In Here Don't React Well To Bullets.