Someone writes to The News:
“It takes SOME NERVE for you to talk about institutions and men’s personalities as being almost ‘non-existent,’ when this neural Revolutionist thing of yours has GOT to be the absolute height of an incorporeal activity.”
And the reply, (no doubt):
Dear Reader: “Thank you so much for your most complimentary words.”
One mentally creative guy, just to himself, served up this “picture-definition and description”:
The Ultimate Secret: A blank, beige wall, right in front of your eyes, dripping with blood and joys.
Only FRESH info is sufficiently silly for a rebel’s outstanding purposes.
And somewhere a man thinks:
“All of this makes my brain sweat.”
Just for their own private use, there are these two rebels who have this definition betwixt ‘em:
The Revolution: Shock therapy for hormones.