I am a hindrance to the world, and the world is a hindrance to me.
I have never cared much for people. Most of them are cowards, conformists, muddleheads, moneygrubbers, and they infect each other.
Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.
Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.
Language is something you inherit, it's never just you doing the talking, which helps when you're pretending.
Surely one zoo in the world should have the courage to draw the ultimate conclusion about our ancestry? A cage with Homo Sapiens in all its varying forms, perhaps then we would understand ourselves better. The question of course is whether the other animals would approve of it.