It Makes Me Realise That The Fantasy

What I Do Is Sometimes - At Least In Germany - Met With Wounding Campaigns. I Always Face The Question: Should I Grow Myself A Thick Skin And Ignore It, Or Should I Let Myself Be Wounded? I've Decided To Be Wounded, Since, If I Grew A Thick Skin, There Are Other Things I Wouldn't Feel Any More.

The Patience Of Poverty. In Rice Fields, Backs Bent Forever. Amazing, Man Outoxens The Oxen And Still Smiles. The Mystery Of India, Say Indologists.

You Are Vain And Wicked- As A Genius Should Be.

If Work And Leisure Are Soon To Be Subordinated To This One Utopian Principle - Absolute Busyness - Then Utopia And Melancholy Will Come To Coincide: An Age Without Conflict Will Dawn, Perpetually Busy - And Without Consciousness.

I Catch Myself Judging Myself As That 13-year-old Boy, Who, Of Course, Rightfully Points Out That He Is Only A Child. And My Membership - Well, I Was Drafted Into The Waffen-ss And Didn't Exactly Volunteer, Which Was Just As Idiotic. I Wanted To Be On The Submarines And Then Ended Up With The Waffen-ss.