Polemical Debates Happen All The Time In

I've Lived So Little That I Tend To Imagine I'm Not Going To Die; It Seems Improbable That Human Existence Can Be Reduced To So Little; One Imagines, In Spite Of Oneself, That Sooner Or Later Something Is Bound To Happen. A Big Mistake. A Life Can Just As Well Be Both Empty And Short. The Days Slip By Indifferently, Leaving Neither Trace Nor Memory; And Then All Of A Sudden They Stop.

It’s True This World Our Breathing Laboured Inspires Nothing More Than Obvious Disgust A Desire To Flee Without Our Share And No Longer Read The Headlines We Long To Return To Our Ancestral Home Where Our Forebears Once Lived Under An Angel’s Wing We Long To Find That Strange Morality Which Sanctified Life To The End We Crave Something Like Loyalty Like The Embrace Of Mild Addictions Something That Transcends Yet Contains Life We Cannot Live Far From Eternity

Those Who Love Life Do Not Read. Nor Do They Go To The Movies, Actually. No Matter What Might Be Said, Access To The Artistic Universe Is More Or Less Entirely The Preserve Of Those Who Are A Little Fed Up With The World.

Irony Won't Save You From Anything; Humour Doesn't Do Anything At All. You Can Look At Life Ironically For Years, Maybe Decades; There Are People Who Seem To Go Through Most Of Their Lives Seeing The Funny Side, But In The End, Life Always Breaks Your Heart. Doesn't Matter How Brave You Are, Or How Reserved, Or How Much You've Developed A Sense Of Humour, You Still End Up With Your Heart Broken. That's When You Stop Laughing.

The Dream Of All Men Is To Meet Little Sluts Who Are Innocent But Ready For All Forms Of Depravity—which Is What, More Or Less, All Teenage Girls Are.