Hollywood has coagulated into an impregnable orthodoxy with a life of its own. Adventure is the nature of Hollywood. Living in Hollywood is like a sojourn in the lands of the Spirits. At the same time we have to acknowledge that every tenant of hell has excuses for the choices that built his Hades. Hollywood has always claimed the noblest of intentions, or the impositions of destiny, to justify the dark motives issuing from the archipelagoes of its insularity. In fact, given a podium and a microphone, every villain of history, would invent excuses for his perfidy. The reputation of Hollywood is so august that it gains admittance into all strata of social and psychological considerations in the world. It inspires reverence and worship in the land of the living, the dead and the unborn. Hollywood stands supreme and unchallenged in the world as a moral force; it has no competitor across the world. It has gobbled up all competition. The hawk will always frolic and convert the land of chickens where no one raised any resistance into his playground, where he carts off any chicken he desires for breakfast.