I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

I Gave Up Before Birth.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

It Is Better To Adopt The Simplest Explanation, Even If It Is Not Simple, Even If It Does Not Explain Very Much. A Bright Light Is Not Necessary, A Taper Is All One Needs To Live In Strangeness, If It Faithfully Burns.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.