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The Act Of Living Had Been Enjoyable; At Some Point When I Was Not Paying Attention, It Had Turned Into A Different Sort Of Experience, To Whose Grimness I Had Grown So Accustomed That I Now Took It For Granted.

Since The World Began Has Any Man Ever Been Able To Know What Would Happen Tomorrow? The World Of Men Is Today. I'm Asking You To Open Your Heart Today. Tomorrow Belongs To Allah.

Illness Reduces Man To His Basic State: A Cloaca In Which The Chemical Processes Continue. The Meaningless Hegemony Of The Involuntary.

Not All The Ravages Caused By Our Merciless Age Are Tangible Ones. The Subtler Forms Of Destruction, Those Involving Only The Human Spirit, Are The Most To Be Dreaded.

Although I Knew Enough Freud To Believe That The Sex Urge Was An Important Mainspring Of Life, It Still Seemed To Me That Any Conscious Manifestation Of Sex Was Necessarily Ludicrous. Defecation And Copulation Were Two Activities Which Made A Human Being Totally Ridiculous. At Least The Former Could Be Conducted In Private, But The Latter By Definition Demanded A Partner. I Discovered, Though, That Whenever I Ventured This Opinion, People Took It As A Joke.