The difficulty about all this dying, is that you can't tell a fellow anything about it, so where does the fun come in?
Category: Death And Dying
I suppose one has a greater sense of intellectual degradation after an interview with a doctor than from any human experience.
I wonder whether if I had an education I should have been more or less a fool that I am.
How sick one gets of being ''good,'' how much I should respect myself if I could burst out and make everyone wretched for twenty-four hours; embody selfishness.
It is an immense loss to have all robust and sustaining expletives refined away from one! At. moments of trial refinement is a feeble reed to lean upon.