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It Has To Be Admitted That We English Have Sex On The Brain, Which Is A Very Unsatisfactory Place To Have It.

I Regard Myself As A Religious... The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, And Because I Regard The Temper Of My Mind As Religious, I Am Profoundly Skeptical About Any Form Of Human Authority, Any Form Of Human Self-importance.

My Opinion, My Conviction, Gains Immensely In Strength And Sureness The Minute A Second Mind As Adopted It.

Supposing You Eliminated Suffering, What A Dreadful Place The World Would Be! I Would Almost Rather Eliminate Happiness. The World Would Be The Most Ghastly Place Because Everything That Corrects The Tendency Of This Unspeakable Little Creature, Man, To Feel Over-important And Over-pleased With Himself Would Disappear. He's Bad Enough Now, But He Would Be Absolutely Intolerable If He Never Suffered.

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.