When It Becomes Really Impossible

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

When You Stop To Examine The Way In Which Our Words Are Formed And Uttered, Our Sentences Are Hard-put To It To Survive The Disaster Of Their Slobbery Origins.

They Came From The Four Corners Of The Earth, Driven By Hunger, Plague, Tumors, And The Cold, And Stopped Here. They Couldn’t Go Any Futrther Because Of The Ocean. That’s France, That’s The French People.

To Travel Is Very Useful, It Makes The Imagination Work, The Rest Is Just Delusion And Pain. Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary, Which Is Its Strength.

You Can Lose Your Way Groping Among The Shadows Of The Past. It's Frightening How Many People And Things There Are In A Man's Past That Have Stopped Moving. The Living People We've Lost In The Crypts Of Time Sleep So Soundly Side By Side With The Dead That The Same Darkness Envelops Them All. As We Grow Older, We No Longer Know Whom To Awaken, The Living Or The Dead.