The Triumph Of Vegetation Is Total.

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.

Why Am I Popular? I Don't Know. Is It A Mistake? I Should Think It's A Mistake Somewhere.

It Is Interesting To Note That The "sexual Revolution" Was Sometimes Portrayed As A Communal Utopia, Whereas In Fact It Was Simply Another Stage In The Historical Rise Of Individualism. As The Lovely Word "household" Suggests, The Couple And The Family Would Be The Last Bastion Of Primitive Communism In Liberal Society. The Sexual Revolution Was To Destroy These Intermediary Communities, The Last To Separate The Individual From The Market. The Destruction Continues To This Day.

Not Having Anything Around To Read Is Dangerous: You Have To Content Yourself With Life Itself, And That Can Lead You To Take Risks.

When We Think About The Present, We Veer Wildly Between The Belief In Chance And The Evidence In Favour Of Determinism. When We Think About The Past, However, It Seems Obvious That Everything Happened In The Way That It Was Intended.