I Am Infinitely Strange To Myself.

The Moon Hung Over The Planet Earth, A Dead Thing Over A Dying Thing.

My Hatred Of Crowds, The Obviousness Of Crowds, Of Anything En Masse. Is This Why I Like Little-known Books? A General Desire To Escape The Main World.

You Come To The United States Not Knowing What To Expect. Then All Your Worst Prejudices Are Confirmed.

Always We Try To Put The Wild In A Cage.

No Amount Of Reading And Intelligent Deduction Could Supplant The Direct Experience.