At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?
I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
We just got to go on, that's all. That's what grownups would do.
We're all mad, the whole damned race. We're wrapped in illusions, delusions, confusions about the penetrability of partitions, we're all mad and in solitary confinement.
For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.