LA needs the cleansing of a great disaster or founding of a barricaded commune.

In the South of California has gathered the larges and most miscellaneous assortment of Messiahs, Sorcerers, Saints and Seers known to the history of aberrations.

On thinking about Hell, I gather <br> My brother Shelley found it was a place <br> Much like the city of London. I <br> Who live in Los Angeles and not in London <br> Find, on thinking about Hell, that it must be <br> Still more like Los Angeles.

From Mount Hollywood, Los Angeles looks rather nice, enveloped in a haze of changing colors. Actually, and in spite of all the healthful sunshine and ocean breezes, it is a bad place - full of old, dying people, who were born old of tired pioneer parents, victims of America - full of curious wild and poisonous growths, decadent religious cults and fake science, and wildcat enterprises, which, with their aim for quick profit, are doomed to collapse and drag down multitudes of people.

You can rot here without feeling it.

Here is an artificial city which has been pumped up under forced draught, inflated like a balloon, stuffed with rural humanity like a goose with corn...endeavoring to eat up this too rapid avalanche of anthropoids, the sunshine metropolis heaves and strains, sweats and becomes pop-eyed, like a young boa constrictor trying to swallow a goat. It has never imparted an urban character to its incoming population for the simple reason that it has never had any character to impart. On the other hand, the place has the manners, culture and general outlook of a huge country village.

Los Angeles, it should be understood, is not a mere city. On the contrary, it is, and has been since 1888, a commodity; something to be advertised and sold to the people of the United States like automobiles, cigarettes and mouth wash.

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesman and philosophers and divines.

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.