In My Own Writing, I

Without Beauty A Girl Is Unhappy Because She Has Missed Her Chance To Be Loved. People Do Not Jeer At Her, They Are Not Cruel To Her, But It Is As If She Were Invisible, No Eyes Follow Her As She Walks. People Feel Uncomfortable When They Are With Her. They Find It Easier To Ignore Her. A Girl Who Is Exceptionally Beautiful, On The Other Hand, Who Has Something Which Too Far Surpasses The Customary Seductive Freshness Of Adolescence, Appears Somehow Unreal. Great Beauty Seems Invariably To Portend Some Tragic Fate.

I Hadn’t Seen Any Novel Make The Statement That Entering The Workforce Was Like Entering The Grave. That From Then On, Nothing Happens And You Have To Pretend To Be Interested In Your Work. And, Furthermore, That Some People Have A Sex Life And Others Don’t Just Because Some Are More Attractive Than Others. I Wanted To Acknowledge That If People Don’t Have A Sex Life, It’s Not For Some Moral Reason, It’s Just Because They’re Ugly. Once You’ve Said It, It Sounds Obvious, But I Wanted To Say It.

It’s True This World Our Breathing Laboured Inspires Nothing More Than Obvious Disgust A Desire To Flee Without Our Share And No Longer Read The Headlines We Long To Return To Our Ancestral Home Where Our Forebears Once Lived Under An Angel’s Wing We Long To Find That Strange Morality Which Sanctified Life To The End We Crave Something Like Loyalty Like The Embrace Of Mild Addictions Something That Transcends Yet Contains Life We Cannot Live Far From Eternity

The Love Of A Dog Is A Pure Thing. He Gives You A Trust Which Is Total. You Must Not Betray It.

Anything Can Happen In Life, Especially Nothing.