Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.

They Looked Down On Her; And She Looked Up Through Them.

I Suppose I'd Had, By The Standards Of That Pre-permissive Time, A Good Deal Of Sex For My Age. Girls, Or A Certain Kind Of Girl, Liked Me; I Had A Car-not So Common Among Undergraduates In Those Days-and I Had Some Money. I Wasn't Ugly; And Even More Important, I Had My Loneliness, Which, As Every Cad Knows, Is A Deadly Weapon With Women. My 'technique' Was To Make A Show Of Unpredictability, Cynicism, And Indifference. Then, Like A Conjurer With His White Rabbit, I Produced The Solitary Heart.

You Come To The United States Not Knowing What To Expect. Then All Your Worst Prejudices Are Confirmed.

...all Cynicism Masks A Failure To Cope.

Our Accepting What We Are Must Always Inhibit Our Being What We Ought To Be.