There Are Strange Flowers Of Reason To

We Know That The Nature Of Genius Is To Provide Idiots With Ideas Twenty Years Later.

In Our Day There Are No Longer Any Ideas, Or They Are Scarcer Than Hens' Teeth.

Language Was Not Given To Man: He Seized It.

It Is Time To Return To Close Reading, To A Serious And Painstaking Examination Of An Author's Methods, Of His Style. Do Not Be Deterred By Headaches. First Of All, This Would Be Proof Of Your Lack Of Stamina. And Then, Migraines, Piercing Pain And Sudden Stabs At The Temples Are More Likely The Effects Of Syphilis Than Of Hard Work.

The Whole Fauna Of Human Fantasies, Their Marine Vegetation, Drifts And Luxuriates In The Dimly Lit Zones Of Human Activity, As Though Plaiting Thick Tresses Of Darkness. Here, Too, Appear The Lighthouses Of The Mind, With Their Outward Resemblance To Less Pure Symbols. The Gateway To Mystery Swings Open At The Touch Of Human Weakness And We Have Entered The Realms Of Darkness. One False Step, One Slurred Syllable Together Reveal A Man's Thoughts.