What Always Was Must Always

My Characters Are More Like Men Than These Real Men Are, See. They're Rough And Rude, They Got Hands And They Got Bellies. They Hate And They Lust; Break The Skin Of Civilization And You Find The Ape, Roaring And Red-handed.

Civilization Is A Network And A Maze Of Precedences And Custom.

Life Is But A Web Spun Of Ghosts And Dreams And Illusions.

Man Is Still An Ape In That He Forgets What Is Not Ever Before His Eyes.

I Have Not Been A Success, And Probably Never Will Be.