My God died young. Theolatry i found Degrading, and its premises, unsound. No free man needs God; but was I free?

One is always at home in one's past.

Freudism and all it has tainted with its grotesque implications and methods, appear to me to be one of the vilest deceits practiced by people on themselves and on others. I reject it utterly, along with a few other medieval items still adored by the ignorant, the conventional, or the very sick.

It is a short walk from the hallelujah to the hoot.

To begin with, let us take the following motto...Literature is Love. Now we can continue.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

And presently I was driving through the drizzle of the dying day, with the windshield wipers in full action but unable to cope with my tears.