Is Not Parody The Eternal Lot Of

Anyone Whose Goal Is 'something Higher' Must Expect Someday To Suffer Vertigo.

Facts Mean Little Compared To Attitudes. To Contradict Rumor Or Sentiment Is As Futile As Arguing Against A Believer's Faith In The Immaculate Conception. You Have Simply Become A Victim Of Faith, Comrade Assistant.

I Feel A Frantic Desire To Free Myself. To Start All Over Again And In Another Way.

And There Lies The Horror: The Past We Remember Is Devoid Of Time. Impossible To Reexperience A Love The Way We Reread A Book Or Resee A Film.

But Which Was The Real Me? Let Me Be Perfectly Honest: I Was A Man Of Many Faces. (p.33)