fondly believed that intellectual Paradise was to be found somewhere on the Left Bank.

Let such embarrassing questions be asked as to whether a one-city nation is not closer to the ancient Greek concept of the city-state than to the modern view of a space-time continuum, in which centers are everywhere-or nowhere, as the case may be. Or, just how useful today are intellectual and cultural standards which are still committed to the class hierarchies of coterie and clique such as have characterized French intellectual life ever since the persons at the Court set all standards?

The present trend of creeping censorship may, it is hoped, awaken French homosexuals to the very imminent dangers for themselves in such a situation. Certainly it should turn

American homosexuals to a fuller appreciation of what it means to live under a governmental system based firmly upon the sovereign rights of each individual, whatever his private life may be.

If they will but tally up the growing number of homophile organizations now to be found in many parts of the United States and realize that social trends have always their causation, they will perhaps cease to sigh over dreamed-of pleasures somewhere "abroad" and come to look at themselves and their place in the world in the cold, clear light of today and of conditions as they actually are.

Having done this they then may be ready and willing to enter upon the stimulating, yet rewarding challenge of living as homosexuals in these United States.

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The Connoisseur

The cold neon light flattens The flask-hatched vermillion, Dulls the burnished gold.

At the sunlit door

The lapiz lazuli turns cold

In the pausing shadow,

And the connoisseur compares

The live and living colors,

Lays aside the leaf, Thanks the clerk And leaves.

Brooke Whitney

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