Culture, ... that standard shield of class, is allowed to surface only in order to become more evidence of ... vanity. - Carl Oglesby

In the end, very like Camus, [Joseph] Heller has tried to buy time for himself and his culture, snarled with lunacy and injustice as it is, by wrapping up everything in a tissue of cynicism and privileged impotence. History being insufferable but unchangeable, he says the good man is therefore morally reprieved from the awful sentence of having to change it. In the company of Camus' solitary rebel, he need only desert.

In a strong sense, the Old Right and the New Left are morally and politically coordinate.

When the house is burning down around the poet's head, on grounds of what if any dispensation can the poet continue the poem?