ears, the censors fall asleep. Our books were over their heads. Our
broadsides aimed for their vitals whizzed by their ears and lulled
them into slumber. A hideous victory is in our hands.

Voltaire blew God out of France for a century. But that was because
God was still an emotion in his day and not a Frankenstein of logic.
He blew up the high priests. But that was because the high priests
still had enough intelligence in that time to know what constituted an
epoch-shaking explosion.

Our enemies the censors, the hallelujah flingers, commissioned,
elected, delegated by the proletaire are not worthy our steel. Having
no longer any contact with the masses, they need no genius to
perpetuate themselves. The masses care not what they are so long as
they are. Figureheads for Frankenstein, they need only shriek
themselves blue and their will, will be done. Shrewdness,
intelligence, are qualities non-essential since virtue, no longer
feeding upon shrewdness and intelligence, fattens upon its own
monstrous logic.

The high priests are vital to the lie which man has created for
himself as a heaven and out of which his own image leers godlike back
at him. They are vital for nothing else.

Therefore our immunity. Since they need no grey matter, they have
none. And unable to understand us, they ignore us. And if we grow too
insistent, as has Mencken, they put an end to the business by
embracing us and pulling our fangs by disgusting us with their
stupidity.