“An obedient writing, mine is not, and literature, as any art,must seek irreverence from the start –“and there it was I stopped. The words were grinning on the page,enticing me to misbehave,with promises of better artirreverence would create: for boundaries set by good artists,a great one strives to break. Now: if art is self-expression,a personal …

I saw four horsemen riding by,I stopped them there; I asked themwhy and whereforth do you ride? – – America, they replied. “I am the pale face of fear, that’ssettled on the nation here,”the horseman of the Plague did offerfirst, and laughed, “as much can be accomplishedwhen people are afraid (ch2.loc555); there’s muchto profit off …