When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.

“It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet…”

“Well, what, what new thing can they say to me that I don't know myself? And is …”

“He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abor…”

“he was partly a young man of our time - that is, honest by nature, demanding th…”