I Think It Is All

Why Should I Tolerate A Perfect Stranger At The Bedside Of My Mind?

I See Again My Schoolroom In Vyra, The Blue Roses Of The Wallpaper, The Open Window.… Everything Is As It Should Be, Nothing Will Ever Change, Nobody Will Ever Die.

My Characters Are Galley Slaves.

All Religions Are Based On Obsolete Terminology.

Why Do Those People Guess So Much And Shave So Little, And Are So Disdainful Of Hearing Aids?