I Am A Danger To Myself If

With Our Progress We Have Destroyed Our Only Weapon Against Tedium: That Rare Weakness We Call Imagination.

Hearing Him Speak Is So Fun, Reassuring I Dare Say. You Can Say All You Like About Sihanouk: That He's An Atrocious Liar, A Madman, A Fraud, A Swashbuckler, An International Blot. You May Think That, But You Cannot Deny How In This Age In Which The Political Arena Seems To Generate Only Dull, Obtuse And Boring Characters With No Imagination, He's A Kind Of Miracle.

I No Longer Have The Energy To Get Really Angry, Like I Used To.

I Am A Danger To Myself If I Get Angry.

How Do You Dare To Ask Me For A Solution? It's Like Asking Seneca For A Solution. You Remember What He Did? He Committed Suicide!