My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

I Felt Dull And Flat And Full Of Shattered Visions.

I Felt Wise And Cynical As All Hell.

I Hate Technicolor. Everybody In A Technicolor Movie Seems To Feel Obliged To Wear A Lurid Costume In Each New Scene And To Stand Around Like A Clotheshorse With A Lot Of Very Green Trees Or Very Yellow Wheat Or Very Blue Ocean Rolling Away For Miles And Miles In Every Direction.

I Started Adding Up All The Things I Couldn't Do.

I Wanted To Do Everything Once And For All And Be Through With It.