People Are Bloody Ignorant Apes.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Just Under The Surface I Shall Be, All Together At First, Then Separate And Drift, Through All The Earth And Perhaps In The End Through A Cliff Into The Sea, Something Of Me. A Ton Of Worms In An Acre, That Is A Wonderful Thought, A Ton Of Worms, I Believe It.

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

People Are Bloody Ignorant Apes.

Enough Of Acting The Infant Who Has Been Told So Often How He Was Found Under A Cabbage That In The End He Remembers The Exact Spot In The Garden And The Kind Of Life He Led There Before Joining The Family Circle.