pretentious shit.. .for that is all they see in them books. You can read what you want in books there is no set meaning. All those words, snaking around in your head, all those pictures that the word make happen, Contradictions in every sentence. Nothing is what it seems. Not to any two diffemt people. The same kind of freak that go into art gallery and believe that |j everything that is in it is art. Everything out side of it isnt jj art. There is no art. All is art. Fart. v The kind of people that look first at the frame of the painting then spend two seconds on the paint, .thirty seconds on discusl -ing what they seen. . " Marvelous revelations.. in sights into the deepest of the secrets of the Human condition... " all that shit. The kind of people that believe in everything they see/read/hear and can be releled upon to see exactly the same thing as some or other critic, .palded tt> dribble pre-chewed propaganda out of its media nostral. The backs of those books are writted for these people.It actual- -ly makes them Want to read it. Tells them that they have made a 'right' choice, .an artfull. .cultered choice of book, .one which they would never be ashamed to display if the bank manager or the boss comes around to pick them up for golf..or the accountant comes around for dinner. " Oh yes a simply dellghtfull book...very heavy.. some of the ideas makes one think. Just a little too much. ." The kind of people who don't needed to be kept under control. They are control. .• They are safe because they are adicted to power.." I absolutely j| could never give up the legal proff ess ion. .what would all those poor people do without me to rprotect them against injustice, , , and as such are powerless. All that shit on the back page is for them,. so they feel cultured and above the ordinary person..oh, the subtleties I perceive.. As for the book ? I think I will read it, ,theres fuck all on the teley tonight. But I'll read it my way, plotting and scheming, , see my pictures in the head from the words, they can't stop me. 25