You know (without my flatt'ring you) too much / For me to be your indice

I fell in love with him the moment I first saw him.

It’s always fun when something massive comes along and sweeps the board, giving everything else a thoroughly good kicking – think Titanic, The Silence of the Lambs, or Lord of the Rings. There’s a sort of deranged, gluttonous feeling, a perverse glee in seeing so many dreams trampled on by a massive cultural juggernaut.

The extrasocial, the supersocial, struggle which guides the external development of so- cieties, nations, and races, is war.