Confession, alas, is the new handshake.
The poem is the point at which our strength gave out.
Anything is possible, but only a few things actually happen.
If we ever do end up acting just like rats or Pavlov's dogs, it will be largely because behaviorism has conditioned us to do so.
If anything characterizes the cultural life of the seventies in America, it is an insistence on preventing failures of communication.