The First Horror Is There's Horror. The

I Hated The Words. Each One Was Like A Big Live Insect In My Mouth.

The Message Is Clear: By All Means Become An Abomination -- But Only While Unhinged By Grief Or Wrath.

Renounce Love And You Can Achieve Demonic Focus.

This Is Love: You Stop Bothering About The Universal, The General, Get Sucked Instead Into The Local And Particular: When Will I See Her Again? What Shall We Do Today? Do You Like These Shoes? Theory And Reflection Are Delicate Old Uncles Bustled Out Of The Way By The Boisterous Nephews Action And Desire. Themes Evaporate, Only Plot Remains.

That's The Problem With Being Alive ... You've Got To Keep Thinking Of What To Do.