I Am In No Mood To Be

Madhouses Are Houses Made On Purpose To Cause Suffering . . . I Cannot Stand Any Longer The Screams Of These Creatures.

I Am Not Feeling Any Better Because I Cannot Stay In Bed, Having Constant Cause For Walking. They Say I Leave At Night By The Window Of My Tower, Hanging From A Red Umbrella With Which I Set Fire To The Forest!

I Would Prefer To Have A More Appealing Job. If I Could Still Change Careers, I Would Prefer It. This Unfortunate Art Is Made For Long Beards And Ugly Faces Rather Than For A Relatively Well-endowed Woman.

I Have All Sorts Of Problems And Feel Discouraged.

It Is In Fact Agreed That I Am The Plague, The Cholera Of The Benevolent And Generous Men Who Are Interested In Art And That, When I Show Myself With My Plasters, Even The Emperor Of The Sahara Would Flee.