Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo,

We Have To Keep Company With Supposedly Bad Characters If We Are To Survive And Not Succumb To Mental Atrophy. People Of Good Character, So Called, Are The Ones Who End Up Boring Us To Death.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

After All, There Is Nothing But Failure.

We Can Only Exist By Taking Our Minds Off The Fact That We Exist