Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.

What is my nothingness to the stupor that awaits you?

For a long time I found the celebrities of modern painting and poetry ridiculous. I loved absurd pictures, fanlights, stage scenery, mountebanks backcloths, inn-signs, cheap colored prints; unfashionable literature, church Latin, pornographic books badly spelt, grandmothers novels, fairy stories, little books for children, old operas, empty refrains, simple rhythms.

Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.

All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.

...as for me, I am intact; and I don't care.