The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend.

I Present Myself To You In A Form Suitable To The Relationship I Wish To Achieve With You.

Shake Yourself Free From The Manikin You Create Out Of A False Interpretation Of What You Do And What You Feel, And You'll At Once See That The Manikin You Make Yourself Is Nothing At All Like What You Really Are Or What You Really Can Be!

All I'm Saying Is That You Should Show Some Respect For What Other People See With Their Eyes And Feel With Their Fingers, Even Though It Be The Exact Opposite.

The Facts Are To Blame, My Friend. We Are All Imprisoned By Facts: I Was Born, I Exist.

We All Grasp On To A Single Idea Of Ourselves, The Way Aging People Dye Their Hair. It’s No Matter That This Dye Doesn’t Fool You. My Lady, You Don’t Dye Your Hair To Decieve Other People, Or To Fool Yourself, But Rather To Cheat Your Image In Your Mirror A Little.