In My Room I'd Barely Closed My

Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of Attaining The Infinite, And Personally I Have My Pride.

I Crawled Back Into Myself All Alone, Just Delighted To Observe That I Was Even More Miserable Than Before, Because I Had Brought A New Kind Of Distress And Something That Resembled True Feeling Into My Solitude.

I Was A Hundred-percent Sick, I Felt As If I Had No Further Use For My Legs, They Just Hung Over The Edge Of My Bed Like Unimportant And Rather Ridiculous Objects.

We Never Change. Neither Our Socks Nor Our Masters Nor Our Opinions, Or We're So Slow About It That It's No Use. We Were Born Loyal And That's What Killed Us! Soldiers Free Of Charge, Heroes For Everyone Else, Talking Monkeys, Tortured Words, We Are The Minions Of King Misery...it's Not A Life.

Love Is Like Liquor, The Drunker And More Impotent You Are, The Stronger And Smarter You Think Yourself And The Surer You Are Of Your Rights.