I'm planning a catastrophe.
First of all nothing will happen and a little later nothing will happen again.
I want to be paid for my work, not work for my pay.
My interest in this pack of failures betrays my character.
It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
He hated the men floating in sleep in the big stone houses. Because their lives were ordered and their rooms tidy. Because they got up every morning and did their public work. Because they weren't going to dynamite their factories and have naked parties in the fire.