understanding. Like miners in pursuit of subterranean gold,nwe have turned Llooming landscapes of the spirit into slagnheaps as poisonous as they are ugly. In our relentless searchnfor knowledge, nothing is spared, nothing is sacred, not evennthat inner man or woman we think of, from our earliestnyears, as our real . . .
January 1975April 21, 2022By The Archive
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