I'd rather be myself," he said. "Myself and nasty. Not somebody else, however jolly. - Aldous Huxley

Home, home - a few small rooms, stiflingly over-inhabited by a man, by a periodically teeming woman, by rabble of boys and girls of all ages. No air, no space; an understerilized prison; darkness, disease and smells.

You can't play Electro-magnetic Golf according to rules of Centrifugal Bumble-puppy.

Agitaion over happenings which we are powerless to modify, either because they have not occured, or else are occuring at an inaccesible distance from us, achieves nothing beyond the onoculation of here and now with the remote or anticipated evil that is the object of our distress.