That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

Do We Mean Love, When We Say Love?

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

We Wait. We Are Bored. (he Throws Up His Hand.) No, Don't Protest, We Are Bored To Death, There's No Denying It. Good. A Diversion Comes Along And What Do We Do? We Let It Go To Waste. Come, Let's Get To Work! (he Advances Towards The Heap, Stops In His Stride.) In An Instant All Will Vanish And We'll Be Alone More, In The Midst Of Nothingness!

Adulterers, Take Warning, Never Admit.