The Fact That We Are

This Is The Generation Whose First Cry Of Life Was The Hungarian Uprising.

I Don't Believe In That Country Any Longer. I'm Not Interested. I'm Writing In The Language, And I Like The Language.

Snobbery? But It's Only A Form Of Despair.

Perhaps The Best Proof Of The Almighty's Existence Is That We Never Know When We Are To Die.

What Concerns Me Is That Man, Unable To Articulate, To Express Himself Adequately, Reverts To Action. Since The Vocabulary Of Action Is Limited, As It Were, To His Body, He Is Bound To Act Violently, Extending His Vocabulary With A Weapon Where There Should Have Been An Adjective.