The Man Creates A Pseudonym And Hides

You Ask Me Why I Spend My Life Writing? Do I Find Entertainment? Is It Worthwhile? Above All, Does It Pay? If Not, Then, Is There A Reason?... I Write Only Because There Is A Voice Within Me. That Will Not Be Still.

Mother Of Otherness, Eat Me.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.

Oh, Something Is There, Waiting For Me. Perhaps Someday The Revelation Will Burst In Upon Me And I Will See The Other Side Of This Monumental Grotesque Joke. And Then I'll Laugh. And Then I'll Know What Life Is.

A Psychiatrist Is The God Of Our Age. But They Cost Money.