Yes, you may ask my name but only if you can tell me: are your thighs as fine as a fresh, crisp morning in early July?
Sex, Humour
I pondered all these things, and how men fight and lose the battle, and the thing that they fought for comes about in spite of their defeat, and when it comes turns out not to be what they meant, and other men have to fight for what they meant under another name.
Hope, Optimism, Struggle
...I do not want art for a few; any more than education for a few; or freedom for a few...
Art, Democracy
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