This was Greater Los Angeles in an age of change, crackling with the energy of doom, yearning for the Apocalypse, where an unintended slight or an inadvertent trespass on someone else’s turf might result in a thermonuclear response.

It is that something in the soul which says,—Rage on, whirl on, I tread master here and everywhere; master of the spasms of the sky and of the shatter of the sea, master of nature and passion and death, and of all terror and all pain.

Love is patience wrapped up with perseverance waiting to be discovered by kindness.

The job in Wisconsin was the first genuine offer of an academic job in a university which I received.

Written By Stephen Cole Kleene

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