I gave up before birth.

That passed the time. It would have passed in any case. Yes, but not so rapidly.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

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.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

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

Better hope deferred than none.