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I Examined My Liberalism And Found It Like An Addiction To Roulette. Here, Though The Odds Are Plain, And The Certainty Of Loss Apparent To Anyone With A Knowledge Of Arithmetic, The Addict, Failing Time And Again, Is Convinced He Yet Is Graced With The Power To Contravene Natural Laws. The Roulette Addict, When He Invariably Comes To Grief, Does Not Examine Either The Nature Of Roulette, Or Of His Delusion, But Retires To Develop A New System, And To Scheme For More Funds.

We Cannot Live In Peace Without Law. And Though Law Cannot Be Perfect, It May Be Just If It Is Written In Ignorance Of The Identity Of The Claimants And Applied Equally To All. Then It Is A Possession Not Only Of The Claimants But Of The Society, Which May Now Base Its Actions Upon A Reasonable Assumption Of The Law?s Treatment.

Get Into The Scene Late; Get Out Of The Scene Early.

The Mind Is A Mill Which Can Incessant Turn, 'til Its Mere Operation Focus The Stress Inward And The Stones Grind Themselves To Dust.

It Is To A Dramatist, Which Is To Say, To An Unfrocked Psychoanalyst, Stunning That That Which Has Sustained The Left In My Generation, Its Avatar, Its Prime Issue, Has Been Abortion. For, Whether Or Not It Is Regarded As A Woman's Right, An Unfortunate Necessity, Or Murder, Which Is To Say, Irrespective Of Differing And Legitimate Political Views, To Enshrine It As The Most Important Test Of The Liberal, Is, Mythologically, An Assertion To The Ultimate Right Of A Postreligious Paganism.