We Live Always Under The Weight Of

The English Have Only Three Sauces - A White One, A Brown One And A Yellow One, And None Of Them Have Any Flavor Whatever.

I Told Myself: 'i Am Surrounded By Unknown Things.' I Imagined Man Without Ears, Suspecting The Existence Of Sound As We Suspect So Many Hidden Mysteries, Man Noting Acoustic Phenomena Whose Nature And Provenance He Cannot Determine. And I Grew Afraid Of Everything Around Me – Afraid Of The Air, Afraid Of The Night. From The Moment We Can Know Almost Nothing, And From The Moment That Everything Is Limitless, What Remains? Does Emptiness Actually Not Exist? What Does Exist In This Apparent Emptiness?

You've Never Lived Until You've Almost Died. For Those Who Have Fought For It, Life Has A Flavor The Protected Shall Never Know.

I Know Nothing More Enjoyable Than That Happy-go-lucky Wandering Life, In Which You Are Perfectly Free; Without Shackles Of Any Kind, Without Care, Without Preoccupation, Without Thought Even Of To-morrow. You Go In Any Direction You Please, Without Any Guide Save Your Fancy.

We Live Always Under The Weight Of The Old And Odious Customs... Of Our Barbarous Ancestors.