The World's Becoming A Museum

I Do A Lot Of Revising. Certain Chapters Six Or Seven Times. Occasionally You Can Hit It Right The First Time. More Often, You Don't.

The Enormous Room Seems To Me To Be The Book That Has Nearest Approached The Mood Of Reckless Adventure In Which Men Will Reach The White Heat Of Imagination Needed To Fuse The Soggy Disjointed Complexity Of The Industrial Life About Us Into Seething Fluid Of Creation. There Can Be No More Playing Safe.

Man Seems To Be An Animal Whose Capacity For Lies Is Only Equalled By His Credulity; It Does No Good To Let Battalions Of Cats Outof Bags, To Produce Whole Harems Of Naked Facts, People Eat The Same Three Meals Daily Deception, And Are Always Ready To Turn With Fury Upon The Purveyors Of Bagless Cats And Facts Undraped. Probably Their Instinct Is Wise. Who Knows?

I Never Understood Exactly Why People Get Engaged--the Only Time I Ever Did The Most Disastrous Things Happened--but I Feel That There's A Great Deal To Be Said For Immediate Matrimony Always. If I Once Got Started I'd Probably Have To Become A Mormon To Cover My Confusion. What I Mean Is That If He And She Are Crazy About Each Other It Is Sheer Tempting God To Stay Apart, Come What May. And If People Arent Crazy About Each Other Being Engaged Wont Help Them.

We Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work To Eat To Get The Strength To Work.