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The Revolution Eats Its Own. Capitalism Re-creates Itself.

Mr. Bernard Died On A Monday, At The Age Of Seventy-five, His Body Wasted. He Lay In State For Two Days In The Lobby Of The Bernard Gursky Tower And, As He Failed To Rise On The Third, He Was Duly Buried.

There Are Ten Commandments, Right? Well, It's Like An Exam. You Get Eight Out Of Ten, You're Just About Top Of The Class.

Nothing Is Absolute Any Longer. There Is A Choice Of Beliefs And A Choice Of Truths To Go With Them. If You Choose Not To Choose Then There Is No Truth At All. There Are Only Points Of View.

Fiorito Has All The Right Stuff. His Splendid Memoir About His Relationship With His Dying Father Belongs On That Small Shelf With Philip Roth's Patrimony And Frank Mccourt's Angela's Ashes.