Celebration Of The Human Voice--- When It

When A Book Is Alive, Really Alive, You Feel It. You Put It To Your Ear Here, And You Feel It Breathe, Sometimes Laugh, Sometimes Cry, Just Like A Person, A Little Person.

I Would Recognise Myself In Each Of His Translations And He Would Feel Betrayed And Annoyed Whenever I Didn't Write Something The Way He Would Have. A Part Of Me Died With Him, A Part Of Him Lives With Me.

This Work Is A Torture On The Rump But A Joy To The Heart.

Human Rights Pale Beside The Rights Of Machines. In More And More Cities, Especially In The Great Metropolises Of The South, People Have Been Banned. Automobiles Usurp Human Space, Poison The Air, And Frequently Murder The Interlopers Who Invade Their Conquered Territory -and No One Lifts A Finger To Stop Them. Is There A Difference Between Violence That Kills By Car And That Which Kills By Knife Or Bullet?" (p.231)

For Sailors Who Love The Wind, Memory Is A Good Port Of Departure.