Few Men Of Action Have Been Able

In My View, Jan Masaryk Was Thoroughly Corrupt, Who Bumped Himself Off Because He Saw At Last Where His Moral Cowardice And Ideological 'playboyery' Had Led Him. I Vividly Remember Visiting Him In Washington, Fat, Slightly Tight, Coming Into The Room Looking Like A Broken-down Butler With His Master, The Little Communist, Clementis, - And Saying In A Loud Voice: 'has Anyone Seen An Iron Curtain? I Haven't.' Well, He Has Now.

Posterity Will Surely Be Amazed, And I Hope Vastly Amused, That Such Slipshod And Unconvincing Theorizing Should Have So Easily Captivated Twentieth-century Minds And Been So Widely And Recklessly Applied.

In Politics, As In Womanizing, Failure Is Decisive. It Sheds Its Retrospective Gloom On Earlier Endeavor Which At The Time Seemed Full Of Promise.

Tranquilizers To Overcome Angst, Pep Pills To Wake Us Up, Life Pills To Ensure Blissful Sterility. I Will Lift Up My Ears Unto The Pills Whence Cometh My Help.

I Will Lift Mine Eyes Unto The Pills. Almost Everyone Takes Them, From The Humble Aspirin To The Multi-colored, King-sized Three Deckers, Which Put You To Sleep, Wake You Up, Stimulate And Soothe You All In One. It Is An Age Of Pills.