Let Me Make The Newspapers, And I

Revolutions Never Go Backwards.

Boredom, After All, Is A Form Of Criticism.

The Work Resembles A Breech Delivery-one Which Is Expressed In Rhythmic Lurches, Stabs Of Phrase And Vocal Ornamentation Designed To Express Agitation Rather Than Decorative Grace.

The Man Who, For Party, Forsakes Righteousness, Goes Down; And The Armed Battalions Of God March Over Him.

Great Political Questions Stir The Deepest Nature Of One-half The Nation, But They Pass Far Above And Over The Heads Of The Other Half.