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The Whole Business Of Your Life Overwhelms You When You Live Alone. One's Stupefied By It. To Get Rid Of It You Try To Daub Some Of It Off On To People Who Come To See You, And They Hate That. To Be Alone Trains One For Death.

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.

The Mind Is Satisfied With Phrased, But Not The Body, The Body Is More Fastidious, It Wants Muscles. A Body Always Tells The Truth, That's Why It's Usually Depressing And Disgusting To Look At.

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

In My Room I'd Barely Closed My Eyes When The Blonde From The Movie House Came Along And Sang Her Whole Song Of Sorrow Just For Me. I Helped Her Put Me To Sleep, So To Speak, And Succeeded Pretty Well... I Wasn't Entirely Alone... It's Not Possible To Sleep Alone.