Writer Speaks A Stench.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

Hiding Places There Are Innumerable, Escape Is Only One, But Possibilities Of Escape, Again, Are As Many As Hiding Places.

Some Deny The Existence Of Misery By Pointing To The Sun; He Denies The Existence Of The Sun By Pointing To Misery.

As Gregor Samsa Awoke One Morning From Uneasy Dreams He Found Himself Transformed In His Bed Into A Gigantic Insect.

Always First Draw Fresh Breath After Outbursts Of Vanity And Complacency.