We are befouling and destroying our own home, we are committing a slow but accelerating race suicide and life murder - planetary biocide. Now there is a mighty theme for a mighty book but a challenge to which no modern novelist or poet has yet responded. Where is our Melville, our Milton, our Thomas Mann when we need him most?

In the dog-eat-dog economy, the Doberman is boss.

I’m tired of doing what I don’t want to do to live the way I don’t want to live.

There is beauty, heartbreaking beauty, everywhere.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.

Is it possible to grow wiser without knowing it? One hopes so. We all hope so.