Myra-Breckinridge-Gore-Vidal

work!), and so regard any alleged conspirator orsympathizer with awe... which I like. As for the theory ofCommunism, they have not a clue. In fact, the only book anyof them has read is something called The Green Berets, ajingoistic work written in the spirit of Kipling with the art ofMickey Spillane. Apparently this work is a constant sourceof sadistic reveries. Time and again have I heard thestudents speak wistfully of fighting and torturing theVietcong, or rather of other young men fighting and torturingthe Vietcong on their behalf. Not only are the male studentsdrawn to violence (at second hand), they are also quitetotalitarian-minded, even for Americans, and I amconvinced that any attractive television personality whowanted to become our dictator would have their full support.As usual, I am ambivalent. On the one hand, I amintellectually devoted to the idea of the old America. Ibelieve in justice, I want redress for all wrongs done, I wantthe good life--if such a thing exists--accessible to all. Yet,emotionally, I would be only too happy to become worlddictator, if only to fulfill my mission: the destruction of thelast vestigial traces of traditional manhood in the race inorder to realign the sexes, thus reducing population whileincreasing human happiness and preparing humanity for itsnext stage. No doubt this tension in me constitutes myuniqueness, and genius. Certainly everyone senses it.Students flock to my lectures. Craving my attention andadvice, they giggle, fascinated and frightened, at what I say.They sense my power, particularly the boys who are drawnto it even as they fear it. Of course these students are not