We Might As Well Die

My Prodigious Sin Was, And Still Is, Being A Non-conformist. Although I Am Not A Communist I Refused To Fall In Line By Hating Them.

I Hate The Sight Of Blood, But It's In My Veins.

That Is Why, No Matter How Desperate The Predicament Is, I Am Always Very Much In Earnest About Clutching My Cane, Straightening My Derby Hat And Fixing My Tie, Even Though I Have Just Landed On My Head.

All My Pictures Are Built Around The Idea Of Getting In Trouble And So Giving Me The Chance To Be Desperately Serious In My Attempt To Appear As A Normal Little Gentleman.

More Than Machinery, We Need Humanity.