Let me pass over the trip to Sante Fe with something of the same speed which made Mrs. Roebuck `` wonduh if the wahtahm speed limit '' ( 35 m.p.h. ) `` is still in ee-faket ''.

It is the last of the three tests of manhood which the women impose, to discover if a male is worthy of survival there.

There was a measure of protection in its concrete walls and ceiling, but the engineers who hastily installed it were well aware that concrete is not much better than prayer, if as efficacious, when a direct hit comes along.

`` And if the dive goes OK he has the exclusive import rights to your line for this country, is that right ''??

`` All right, if you can't do your arithmetic during school hours you can do it after school is out '', Miss Langford said firmly, not smiling.

Why, in the first place, call himself a liberal if he is against laissez-faire and favors an authoritarian central government with womb-to-tomb controls over everybody??

And if he is so scornful of the rights of states, why not advocate a different sort of constitution that he could more sincerely support??

If his dancers are sometimes made to look as if they might be creatures from Mars, this is consistent with his intention of placing them in the orbit of another world, a world in which they are freed of their pedestrian identities.

I think it is essential, however, to pinpoint here the difference between the two concepts of sovereignty that went to war in 1861 -- if only to see better how imperative is our need today to clarify completely our far worse confusion on this subject.

Unruly hair goes straight up from his forehead, standing so high that the top falls gently over, as if to show that it really is hair and not bristle.

If he is the child of nothingness, if he is the predestined victim of an age of atomic wars, then he will consult only his own organic needs and go beyond good and evil.

He will not curb his instinctual desires but release the energy within him that makes him feel truly and fully alive, even if it is only for this brief moment before the apocalypse of annihilation explodes on earth.

If love reflects the nature of man, as Ortega Y Gasset believes, if the person in love betrays decisively what he is by his behavior in love, then the writers of the beat generation are creating a new literary genre.

And if I have gone into so much detail about so small a work, that is because it is also so typical a work, representing the germinal form of a conflict which remains essential in Mann's writing: the crude sketch of Piepsam contains, in its critical, destructive and self-destructive tendencies, much that is enlarged and illuminated in the figures of, for instance, Naphta and Leverkuhn.

All such imitations of negative quality have given rise to a compensatory response in the form of a heroic and highly individualistic humanism: if man can neither know nor love reality as it is, he can at least invent an artistic `` reality '' which is its own world and which can speak to man of purely personal and subjective qualities capable of being known and worthy of being loved.

But Aristotle kept the principle of levels and even augmented it by describing in the Poetics what kinds of character and action must be imitated if the play is to be a vehicle of serious and important human truths.

Operating as a one man police force in fact if not in name, he is at once more independent and more dedicated than the police themselves.

For better or for worse, we all now live in welfare states, the organizing principle of which is collective responsibility for individual well-being.

It is well then that in this hour both of `` national peril '' and of `` national opportunity '' we can take counsel with the men who made the nation.

That, I thought, is at least one thing I can find out when we meet.

But it is characteristic of him, we are told, `` his little artifice '', to be able to introduce `` into a fairly vulgar and humorous piece of hackwork a sudden phrase of genuine creative art ''.

As a word of caution, we should be aware that in actual practice no message is purely one of the four types, question, command, statement, or exclamation.

This is an unsolved problem which probably has never been seriously investigated, although one frequently hears the comment that we have insufficient specialists of the kind who can compete with the Germans or Swiss, for example, in precision machinery and mathematics, or the Finns in geochemistry.

Since the difficulty of drawing the net is great, we will merely discuss it.

So we see that a specialist is a man who knows more and more about less and less as he develops, as contrasted to the generalist, who knows less and less about more and more.

What I am here to do is to report on the gyrations of the struggle -- a struggle that amounts to self-redefinition -- to see if we can predict its future course.

One of the obvious conclusions we can make on the basis of the last election, I suppose, is that we, the majority, were dissatisfied with Eisenhower conservatism.

One way to determine whether we have so dangerous a technology would be to check the strength of our society's organs to see if their functioning is as healthy as before.

In any event, whether society may have cancer, or merely a virus infection, the `` disease '', we shall find, is political, economical, social, and even medical.

We have proved so able to solve technological problems that to contend we cannot realize a universal goal in the immediate future is to be extremely shortsighted, if nothing else.

But is the result new barnsful of tested knowledge on the basis of which we can with confidence solve our domestic and international problems??

Man, we are told, is endowed with reason and is capable of distinguishing good from bad.

`` The Moral Creed '' and `` The Will To Risk '' live happily together, if we do not examine where the line is to be drawn.

So it is that we relive his opening statement in the first television address with the dramatic immediacy of the present.

As a means of silencing a discussion which ought to have taken place, the statement is an effective one: we sympathize with the universal confusion which gives rise to such convictions.

But because it is the function of the mind to turn the one into the other by means of the capacities with which words endow it, we do not unwisely examine the type of distinction, in the sphere of politics, on which decisions hang.

The liberal-conservative division, we might observe in passing, is not of itself directly involved in a private interest conflict nor even in struggle between ruling groups.

At that point we reach the `` closed '' historical situation: the situation in which man is no longer free to return to a status quo ante.

The true artist is like one of those scientists who, from a single bone can reconstruct an animal's entire body.

It is nothing you can put your fingers on but the air suddenly fills with a high charge of electricity.

It is Eromonga -- look hard, you can see with your naked eye the wooden scaffolding on the cliff ''.

Accidental war is so sensitive a subject that most of the people who could become directly involved in one are told just enough so they can perform their portions of incredibly complex tasks.

The box is internally wired so the door can never be opened without setting off a screeching klaxon ( `` It's real obnoxious '' ).

The stink is all the same to me, but I really think they can make one another out blindfolded ''.

but they can hardly deny that, exaggerated or not, the old panorama is dead.

As his disciples boast, even though his emphasis is elsewhere, Faulkner does show his awareness of the changing order of the South quite keenly, as can be proven by a quick recalling of his Sartoris and Snopes families.

An order can be chanced rather than chosen, and this approach produces an experience that is `` free and discovered rather than bound and remembered ''.

It is not a mess you can make sense of ''.

One can only speak of what is in front of him, and that now is simply the mess ''.

indeed, it is maintained that the sexual element in jazz, by freeing the listener of his inhibitions, can have therapeutic value.

What they discuss with dialectical seriousness is the degree to which sex can inspire the Muse.

The professed mission of this disaffiliated generation is to find a new way of life which they can express in poetry and fiction, but what they produce is unfortunately disordered, nourished solely on the hysteria of negation.