I Live, Like Every Real Man, In

Why Don't We Follow Our Yearning?

All That Remains Is The Mad Desire For Present Identity Through A Woman.

Perhaps There Are Only A Few Women Who Experience Without Deception The Overwhelming Intoxication Of The Senses Which They Expectfrom Their Encounters With Men, Which They Feel Bound To Expect Because Of The Fuss Made About It In Novels, Written By Men.

The American Way Of Life. Even What They Eat And Drink, These Palefaces Who Don't Know What Wine Istheir Uglinesstheir Pink Sausage Skin, Horrible, They Only Live Because There Is Penicillin,... The World As An Americanized Vacuumtheir Fake Health, Their Fake Youthfulnessthe Way They Use Cosmetics Even On Corpses, Their Whole Pornographic Attitude To Death.

Our Guilt Has Its Uses. It Justifies Much In The Lives Of Others.