Marx, Darwin and Freud are the three most crashing bores of the Western World. Simplistic popularization of their ideas has thrust our world into a mental straitjacket from which we can only escape by the most anarchic violence.

And I've been wearing specs since I was three.

Every novel is a biography. Well, then, this is a novel [The Paper Men] which is a biography that is pretending to be an autobiography. That's what you could say about it.

How would I myself live in this proposed society? How long would it be before I went stark staring mad?

Even if you got rid of paper, you would still have story-tellers. In fact, you had the story-tellers before you had the paper.

Which is better, law and rescue, or hunting and breaking things up?

He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again.