I could grant you this: What ordinary Men call “symptoms” are like 3-D aspects of 4-D causes.



The first word in the Revolutionist’s vocabulary is “no,” and his premier term is, “Why, yes, it would be desirable for you to be up against the wall, mother-fucker.”



If you absolutely, positively just can’t, “do something,” then at least do something personal.



Out in the bush one day, I heard a Revolutionist, after offering due apologies to McKinley Morganfield, sing out:  “Got my molecules working, but they just won’t work on you.”



There was this unemployed intellectual, who took up begging with the come-on-line, “Mister, can you spare an opinion?”