There is such a thing as seduction, and it needs encouragement rather than discouragement in our puritanical Anglo-American world.

The prostitute is not, as feminists claim, the victim of men, but rather their conqueror, an outlaw, who controls the sexual channels between nature and culture

If people want to be better writers, they can't just read the blogs! You've got to look at something that's outside this rushing world of evanescent words.

When anything goes, it's women who lose.

For all the feminist jabber about women being victimized by fashion, it is men who most suffer from conventions of dress. Every day, a woman can choose from an army of personae, femme to butch, and can cut or curl her hair or adorn herself with a staggering variety of artistic aids. But despite the Sixties experiments in peacock dress, no man can rise in the corporate world today, outside the entertainment industry, with long hair or makeup or purple velvet suits.

American high schools have physically imprisoned young people, stripped them of civil liberties and fed them a diet of p.c. pap.

What is pretty in nature is confined to the thin skin of the globe upon which we huddle. Scratch that skin, and nature's daemonic ugliness will erupt.