It Is Of Men, And Of Them

If It Is Your Duty To Croak Like The Toad, Then Go Ahead! And With All Your Might! Make Them Hear You!

So Many Vaginas, Stomachs, Cocks, Snouts, And Flies You Don't Know What To Do With Them ... Shovelsfull! ... But Hearts? ... Very Rare! In The Last Five Hundred Million Years Too Many Cocks And Gastric Tubes To Count ... But Hearts? ... On Your Fingers!.

I Hadn't Found Out Yet That Mankind Consists Of Two Very Different Races, The Rich And The Poor. It Took Me ... And Plenty Of Other People . . . Twenty Years And The War To Learn To Stick To My Class And Ask The Price Of Things Before Touching Them, Let Alone Setting My Heart On Them.

When Men Can Hate Without Risk, Their Stupidity Is Easily Convinced, The Motives Supply Themselves.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.