How hideous is the semicolon.

Do we mean love, when we say love?

You would do better, at least no worse, to obliterate texts than to blacken margins, to fill in the holes of words till all is blank and flat and the whole ghastly business looks like what it is, senseless, speechless, issueless misery.

The day you die is just like any other, only shorter.

We wait. We are bored. (He throws up his hand.) No, don't protest, we are bored to death, there's no denying it. Good. A diversion comes along and what do we do? We let it go to waste. Come, let's get to work! (He advances towards the heap, stops in his stride.) In an instant all will vanish and we'll be alone more, in the midst of nothingness!

There's no lack of void.

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!