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The Daily Life Of A Genius, His Sleep, His Digestion, He Ecstasies, His Nails, His Colds, His Blood, His Life And Death Are Essentially Different From The Rest Of Mankind.

There Is Only One Difference Between A Madman And Me. The Madman Thinks He Is Sane. I Know I Am Mad.

Since I Don't Smoke, I Decided To Grow A Mustache - It Is Better For The Health. However, I Always Carried A Jewel-studded Cigarette Case In Which, Instead Of Tobacco, Were Carefully Placed Several Mustaches, Adolphe Menjou Style. I Offered Them Politely To My Friends: "mustache? Mustache? Mustache?" Nobody Dared To Touch Them. This Was My Test Regarding The Sacred Aspect Of Mustaches.

I Will Be Sof Brief, I Have Already Finished.

I'm Going To Live Forever. Geniuses Don't Die.