Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.

. . . what is hidden beneath the interior monologue: an immense profusion of sensations, images, sentiments, memories, impulses, little larval actions that no inner language can convey, that jostle one another on the threshold of consciousness. . .

"We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen."

Suspicion. . . is one of the morbid reactions by which an organism defends itself and seeks another equilibrium.

Television has lifted the manufacture of banality out of the sphere of handicraft and placed it in that of a major industry.