The old endless chain of love, tolerance, indifference, aversion and disgust
We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.
But I know what darkness is, it accumulates, thickens, then suddenly bursts and drowns everything.
Be again, be again. (Pause.) All that old misery. (Pause.) Once wasn't enough for you.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.