Journalists of late seem too eager to change the world in various ways; the point is to describe it, accurately and carefully.

That’s what nobody admits about men, how needy they are.

It’s something of a cliché, at least among war correspondents, that war makes people unusually horny; what it actually does is make you want to touch as much flesh as you can get your hands on.

Subtle! Subtlety is bourgeois. Brecht us that when he popped drama’s cherry. He fucked drama until it stopped being subtle, like a lady, and started being useful, like a whore.

وَأَديبِ قَومٍ تَستَحِقُّ يَمينُهُ
قَطعَ الأَنامِلِ أَو لَظى الإِحراقِ
يَلهو وَيَلعَبُ بِالعُقولِ بَيانُهُ
فَكَأَنَّهُ في السِحرِ رُقيَةُ راقي
في كَفِّهِ قَلَمٌ يَمُجُّ لُعابُهُ
سُمّاً وَيَنفِثُهُ عَلى الأَوراقِ
يَرِدُ الحَقائِقَ وَهيَ بيضٌ نُصَّعٌ
قُدسِيَّةٌ عُلوِيَّةُ الإِشراقِ
فَيَرُدُّها سوداً عَلى جَنَباتِها
مِن ظُلمَةَ التَمويهِ أَلفُ نِطاقِ
عَرِيَت عَنِ الحَقِّ المُطَهَّرِ نَفسُهُ
فَحَياتُهُ ثِقلٌ عَلى الأَعناقِ
لَو كانَ ذا خُلُقٍ لَأَسعَدَ قَومَهُ
بِبَيانِهِ وَيَراعِهِ السَبّاقِ

Newspaper editors are men who separate the wheat from the chaff, and then print the chaff.