I dream of summing everything up in the greatest sentence ever written.
Out of power, Marxism can develop critical intelligence; in power, it quickly becomes stupid.
Self-criticism expands the opportunities for discourse and eliminates the need for an adversary.
My neglected duties crowd around me in my dreams, murmuring.
Shaw writes as if it were always midday.
When Medusa looks in the mirror, she sees the Lady of Sorrows.