Australia Is A Huge Rest Home, Where

We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication.

Loneliness Is Never More Cruel Than When It Is Felt In Close Propinquity With Someone Who Has Ceased To Communicate.

Even Crushed Against His Brother In The Tube The Average Englishman Pretends Desperately That He Is Alone.

Only One Thing Is Certain: If Pot Is Legalized, It Won't Be For Our Benefit But For The Authorities. To Have It Legalized Will Also Be To Lose Control Of It.

Every Wife Who Slaves To Keep Herself Pretty, To Cook Her Husband's Favourite Meals, To Build Up His Pride And Confidence In Himself At The Expense Of His Sense Of Reality, To Be His Closest And Effectively His Only Friend, To Encourage Him To Rejectthe Consensus Of Opinionand Find Reassurance Only In Her Arms Is Binding Her Mate To Her With Hoops Of Steel That Will Strangle Them Both.