My Major Preoccupation Is The Question, 'what

If You Think This Universe Is Bad, You Should See Some Of The Others.

You're - Psychotic. There's Something Wrong With You." "i Know," Benteley Agreed. "i'm A Sick Man. And The More I See, The Sicker I Get. I'm So Sick I Think Everybody Else Is Sick And I'm The Only Healthy Person. That's Pretty Bad Off, Isn't It?

Sometimes I Wish I Knew How To Go Crazy. I Forget How.

It Did Not Seem Possible That Wendy Wright Had Been Born Out Of Blood And Internal Organs Like Other People. In Proximity To Her He Felt Himself To Be A Squat, Oily, Sweating, Uneducated Nurt Whose Stomach Rattled And Whose Breath Wheezed. Near Her He Became Aware Of The Physical Mechanisms Which Kept Him Alive; Within Him Machinery, Pipes And Valves And Gas-compressors And Fan Belts Had To Chug Away At A Losing Task, A Labor Ultimately Doomed. Seeing Her Face, He Discovered That His Own Consisted Of A Garish Mask; Noticing Her Body Made Him Feel Like A Low-class Wind-up Toy.

Just Because Something Bears The Aspect Of The Inevitable One Should Not, Therefore, Go Along Willingly With It.