We Are Using Our Own Skins For

Something Has Been Said For Sobriety But Very Little.

I Conclude Now I Have No Inner Resources, Because I Am Heavy Bored. Peoples Bore Me, Literature Bores Me, Especially Great Literature.

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn

One Must Be Ruthless With One's Own Writing Or Someone Else Will Be.

We Have Reason To Be Afraid. This Is A Terrible Place.