In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.

It is useless not to seek, not to want, for when you cease to seek you start to find, and when you cease to want, then life begins to ram her fish and chips down your gullet until you puke, and then the puke down your gullet until you puke the puke, and then the puked puke until you begin to like it.

I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.

All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.

It was long since I had longed for anything and the effect on me was horrible.

I want very much to be back in the caul, on my back in the dark forever.