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.

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

Stop!' I cried imploringly to my god-like mind.

The only problem that those people have anyway is that they don't like new cars and hair sprays. That's why they are put away. They make the other members of the society fearful. Every asylum in this nation is filled with poor souls who simply cannot stand lanolin, cellophane, plastic, television, and subdivisions.

Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.

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

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