The essential is to go on squirming forever at the end of the line, as long as there are waters and banks and ravening in heaven a sporting god to plague his creatures, per pro his chosen shits.

At no moment do I know what I'm talking about, nor of whom, nor of where, nor how, nor why, but I could employ fifty wretches for this sinister operation and s…

What a joy to know where one is, and where one will stay, without being there. Nothing to do but stretch out comfortably on the rack, in the blissful knowledge…

Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself, in the end.

It is more difficult, and it calls for higher energies of soul, to live a martyr than to die one.

'I conclude that all is well,' says Oedipus, and that remark is sacred. It echoes in the wild and limited universe of man. It teaches that all is not, has not …

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.