Yesterday, in the night, late, I’d a note from our young Mr. King who reads Holy Books and repeats quotations and does not think for himself–I admonish him to learn to think and not to repeat slogans.
I know a young girl from Persia–a very pretty little thing–whose nation is the pit of Hell Itself because it is run by men who read Holy Books, different of degree but not of kind, from those Holy Books cherished of young Mr. King, to the Persian people and get them to repeat quotations while they rot in the streets and do not think for themselves.
The Americans, the youngest and most naive of all God’s Children, listen to men who read Children’s poetry books to them and have them repeat quotations and they do not realize that their sweet life is slipping away from them–too bad–their fault–because they do not bother to think for themselves.
The Americans do not like to think—they do not like to consider that they are asked to sell their magnificent birthright for trinkets and that they appear to us happy as baby clams with the rate of exchange–very happy to say—“OK, I’ll sell my magnificent birthright to you in exchange for trinkets, yes please.” We ask: Do you think for yourself? No? Oh, why not?
***Follows on now a comic book, annotated as to copyright, end of each page, what we called “the funny papers” in our late lamented youth, this dating to 1950. Do you find it a funny paper today? Well, do you? DO YOU?***
***We have now had our comic book, annotated as to copyright, end of each page, what we called “the funny papers” in our late lamented youth, this dating to 1950. Do you find it a funny paper today? Well, do you? DO YOU?***