We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Dr. Newman with his crooked pince-nez Had studied in Vienna and Chicago. Chess was his only relaxation. And Dr. Newman remained unperturbed By every nastier manifestation Of pluto-democratic civilization: All that was cranky, corny, ill-behaved, Unnecessary, askew or orgiastic Would creep unbidden to his side door (hidden Behind a poster in the Tube station Nearly half-way up the moving stairs), Push its way in, the squat there undisturbed Among the box files and tubular steel chairs. H was once seen at the Philharmonic Hall Seeing the reactions of two patients, With pronounced paranaoic tendencies, To old Dutch music. He appeared to recall A tin of lozenges in his breast pocket, Put his hand confidently in - And drew out a black imp, or sooterkin, Six inches long, with one ear upside-down, Licking at an ice-cream corner - Then put it back again with a slight frown.