Studying Literature At Harvard Is Like Learning About Women At The Mayo Clinic.
What Matters In Literature In The End Is Surely The Idiosyncratic, The Individual, The Flavor Or The Color Of A Particular Human Suffering.
The Great Standard Of Literature As To Purity And Exactness Of Style Is The Bible.
It Is A World Completely Rotten With Wealth, Power, Senility, Indifference, Puritanism And Mental Hygiene, Poverty And Waste, Technological Futility And Aimless Violence, And Yet I Cannot Help But Feel It Has About It Something Of The Dawning Of The Universe. Perhaps Because The Entire World Continues To Dream Of New York, Even As New York Dominates And Exploits It.
One Realizes How We Take Water For Granted And How Important It Is To Have It In Order To Stay Alive. Beyond The Drinking Of It, Let's Not Forget The Hygiene.
Success In Training The Boy Depends Largely On The Scoutmaster's Own Personal Example.
So The Experience Of Death Is Turned Into That Of The Exchange Of Functionaries, And Anything In The Natural Relationship To Death That Is Not Wholly Absorbed Into The Social One Is Turned Over To Hygiene. In Being Seen As No More Than The Exit Of A Living Creature From The Social Combine, Death Has Been Domesticated: Dying Merely Confirms The Absolute Irrelevance Of The Natural Organism In Face Of The Social Absolute.
Only The More Rugged Mortals Should Attempt To Keep Up On Current Literature.
