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Never Believe Straight Off In A Man's Unhappiness. Ask Him If He Can Still Sleep. If The Answer's "yes," All's Well. That Is Enough.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

The Novel Can't Compete With Cars, The Movies, Television, And Liquor. A Guy Who's Had A Good Feed And Tanked Up On Good Wine Gives His Old Lady A Kiss After Supper And His Day Is Over. Finished.

Even Diseases Have Lost Their Prestige, There Aren't So Many Of Them Left. Think It Over... No More Syphilis, No More Clap, No More Typhoid... Antibiotics Have Taken Half The Tragedy Out Of Medicine.

A God Who Counts Minutes And Pennies, A Desperate Sensual God, Who Grunts Like A Pig. A Pig With Golden Wings, Who Falls And Falls, Always Belly Side Up, Ready For Caresses, That’s Him, Our Master. Come, Kiss Me.