Lucky Is The Man Who Does Not

For The World Is Broken, Sundered, Busted Down The Middle, Self Ripped From Self And Man Pasted Back Together As Mythical Monster, Half Angel, Half Beast, But No Man...some Day A Man Will Walk Into My Office As A Ghost Or Beast Or Ghost-beast And Walk Out As A Man, Which Is To Say Sovereign Wanderer, Lordly Exile, Worker And Waiter And Watcher.

The Enduring Is Something Which Must Be Accounted For. One Cannot Simply Shrug It Off.

I Couldn't Stand It. I Still Can't Stand It. I Can't Stand The Way Things Are. I Cannot Tolerate This Age.

Before, I Wandered As A Diversion. Now I Wander Seriously And Sit And Read As A Diversion.

Whenever I Feel Bad, I Go To The Library And Read Controversial Periodicals. Though I Do Not Know Whether I Am A Liberal Or A Conservative, I Am Nevertheless Enlivened By The Hatred Which One Bears The Other. In Fact, This Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World.