You Cried For Night - It Falls.

I Have Nothing But Wastes And Wilds Of Self-translation Before Me For Many Miserable Months To Come.

That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That Men Call Love.

For In Me There Have Always Been Two Fools, Among Others, One Asking Nothing Better Than To Stay Where He Is And The Other Imagining That Life Might Be Slightly Less Horrible A Little Further On.

I Want Very Much To Be Back In The Caul, On My Back In The Dark Forever.

Have You Not Done Tormenting Me With Your Accursed Time! It's Abominable! When! When! One Day, Is That Not Enough For You, One Day He Went Dumb, One Day I Went Blind, One Day We'll Go Deaf, One Day We Were Born, One Day We Shall Die, The Same Day, The Same Second, Is That Not Enough For You? They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.