Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

It Is Strange How Little Sharpsightedness Women Possess; They Only Notice Whether They Please, Then Whether They Arouse Pity, And Finally, Whether You Look For Compassion From Them. That Is All; Come To Think Of It, It May Even Be Enough, Generally Speaking.

To Animalise Is Humane, To Humanise Is Animal.

How Can One Take Delight In The World Unless One Flees To It For Refuge?

Leop­ards Break In­to The Tem­ple And Drink All The Sac­ri­fi­cial Ves­sels Dry; It Keeps Hap­pen­ing; In The End, It Can Be Cal­cu­lat­ed In Ad­vance And Is In­cor­po­rat­ed In­to The Rit­ual.

Kill Me, Or You Are A Murderer.