It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

I am convinced that human life is filled with many pure, happy, serene examples of insincerity, truly splendid of their kind-of people deceiving one another without (strangely enough) any wounds being inflicted, of people who seem unaware even that they are deceiving one another.

At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.

It would seem that the more irresponsible and crafty one is, the more likely one is to have a talent for storytelling.

In my case such an expression as 'to be fallen for' or even 'to be loved' is not in the least appropriate; perhaps it describes the situation more accurately to say that I was 'looked after.

The real things are apt to be deviant.

Mine has been a life of much shame. I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being.