Small chaps, big chaps, in between chaps running away in long striped scarves, arriving on mody scooters, silvered or grey. Is it a phase? What's going on? Why isn't there a war? We're over civilised. Rousseau was right - we've grown lazy, our generation is out of hand we accept and don't question, following conventions we don't understand, bowing down to unquestionable authority. BAN THE BOMB! I think not. It's the ultimate deterrent to over civilisation. It checks us, keeps us in hand. J. P. Rossi, L.6. |
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