‎"i Go To Seek A Great Perhaps.

I'm At The Eye Doctor. I'm Always At The Eye Doctor. It's Like This Is My Profession. I Am No Longer A Writer, I'm Now An Optomoligical Patient. By The Way, This Job Doesn't Pay Well.

You Used," He Said, And Then Took A Sharp Breath, "to Call Me Augustus.

It Was Not An Eventful Day. I Should Have Done Extraordinary Things. I Should Have Sucked The Marrow Out Of Life. But On That Day, I Slept Eighteen Hours Out Of A Possible Twenty-four.

But Monotony Doesn't Make For Painlessness.

Beware Of That Monster Called 'self-loathing'.