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Any Such Inklings Were Like A Few Scattered Grains Of Truth Dissolved In An Ocean Of Nonsense, And Were Anyway Generally Inextricably Bound Up With Patently Paranoid Ravings Which Served Only To Devalue The Small Amounts Of Sense And Pertinence With Which They Were Associated.

There Has Seldom If Ever A Shortage Of Eager Young Males Prepared To Kill And Die To Preserve The Security, Comfort And Prejudices Of Their Elders, And What You Call Heroism Is Just An Expression Of This Simple Fact; There Is Never A Scarcity Of Idiots.

My Greatest Enemies Are Women And The Sea. These Things I Hate. Women Because They Are Weak And Stupid And Live In The Shadow Of Men And Are Nothing Compared To Them, And The Sea Because It Has Always Frustrated Me, Destroying What I Have Built, Washing Away What I Have Left, Wiping Clean The Marks I Have Made.

My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of My Capacity To Express It.

I Just Took [my Cancer Diagnosis] As Bad Luck, Basically. It Did Strike Me Almost Immediately, My Atheist Sort Of Thing Kicked In And I Thought "ha, If I Was A God-botherer, I'd Be Thinking, Why Me God? What Have I Done To Deserve This?" And I Thought At Least I'm Free Of That, At Least I Can Simply Treat It As Bad Luck And Get On With It.