I Am Neither Virgin Nor

Man's Existence Precedes His Essence

On My Way To The Office In The Morning, There Are, In Front Of Me, Behind Me, Other Men Going To Their Jobs. I See Them; If I Dared, I Would Smile At Them. I Think To Myself That I Am A Socialist, That They Are The Purpose Of My Life, Of My Efforts And That They Do Not Know It Yet.

Ah! Do Not Judge The Gods, Young Man, They Have Painful Secrets.

There Is No Book Of Mine That I Reject. That Does Not Mean That I Find Them Good.

I Suppose It Is Out Of Laziness That The World Is The Same Day After Day. Today It Seemed To Want To Change. And Then Anything, Anything Could Happen.