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Everyone Is Isolated From Everyone Else. The Concept Of Society Is Like A Cushion To Protect Us From The Knowledge Of That Isolation. A Fiction That Serves As An Anesthetic.

The Hindus Are Busy Letting Themselves Be Seen Riding In Cadillacs Instead Of Smearing Themselves With Sandalwood Paste And Bowing In Front Of Ganpati. The Moslems Would Rather Miss Evening Prayer Than The New Disney Movie. The Buddhists Think It's More Important To Take Over In The Name Of Stalin And Progress Than To Meditate On The Four Basic Sorrows. And We Don't Even Have To Mention Christianity Or Judaism.

Illness Reduces Man To His Basic State: A Cloaca In Which The Chemical Processes Continue. The Meaningless Hegemony Of The Involuntary.

One Never Took The Time To Savour The Details; One Said: Another Day, But Always With The Hidden Knowledge That Each Day Was Unique And Fatal, That There Never Would Be A Return, Another Time.

She Was Saved From Prettiness By The Intensity Of Her Gaze.