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

Apparently I lack some particular perversion which today's employer is seeking.

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

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.

Mother went out again tonight, looking like a courtesan.

I avoid that bleak first hour of the working day during which my still sluggish senses and body make every chore a penance. I find that in arriving later, the work which I do perform is of a much higher quality.

you can always tell employees of the government by the total vacancy which occupies the space where most other people have faces.