God is dead.

“O povo, contudo, dizia-me que a orelha grande era não só um homem, mas um grand…”

“A. Was I ill? Have I got well? Who was my doctor? Can you tell? Oh, my memory i…”

“But strangers and the poor may pluck for themselves the fruit from my tree: tha…”

“Of all that is written I love only what a man has written in his own blood.”