The system was breaking down. The one who had wandered alone past so many happenings and events began to feel, backing up along th...e primal vein that led to his center, the beginning of hiccup that would, if left to gather, explode the center to the extremities of life, the suburbs through which one makes one's way to where the country is.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on;... But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I wonder if it's ethical to watch a man with binoculars and a long-focus lens? D'ya suppose it's ethical even if you prove that he... didn't commit a crime? I'm not much on rear window ethics.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Who is at my window, who, who? It's the blind cuckoo, mulling... the old song over. The old song is about fear, about tomorrow and next year. Timor mortis conturbat me, he sings....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Our system is the height of absurdity, since we treat the culprit both as a child, so as to have the right to punish him, and as a...n adult, in order to deny him consolation.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The educational system in large countries will always be utterly mediocre, for the same reason that the cooking in large kitchens ...is mediocre at best.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Then is what you see through this window onto the world so lovely that you have no desire whatsoever to look out through any other... window?--and that you even make an attempt to prevent others from doing so?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »