She Was What We Used To Call

Let The Enemies Of Life Step Down.

All A Writer Has To Do To Get A Woman Is To Say He's A Writer. It's An Aphrodisiac.

One Way Or Another The No Doubt Mad Idea Entered My Mind That My Own Actions Had Historic Importance And This Fantasy (?) Made It Appear That People Who Harmed Me Were Interfering With An Important Experiment.

... An Era Of Turmoil And Ideological Confusion, The Principal Phenomenon Of The Present Age.

My Face Too Blind, My Mind Too Limited, My Instincts Too Narrow. But This Intensity, Doesn't It Mean Anything?