Social Note: I have sought escape in the Prytania on more than one occasion, pulled by the attractions of some technicolored horrors, filmed abortions that were offenses against any criteria of taste and decency, reels and reels of perversion and blasphemy that stunned my disbelieving eyes, the shocked my virginal mind, and sealed my valve.

This liberal doxy must be impaled upon the member of a particularly large stallion.

The heart is important at any age, I'm afraid.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

My life is a rather grim one. One day I shall perhaps describe it to you in great detail.