What's Wrong With Assholes, Baby?

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

It Was Too Much. The Comfortable People Made Comfortable Jokes About Weather And Things But I Sat Mostly Silent Saying A Word Or So When Necessary A Word Or So Trying To Hide From Them The Fact That I Was A Fool And Feeling Terrible And I Was Numb, Numb Again, Numb Again Again And Again, Numbness And Pain Swelling In Me.

Show Me A Man Who Lives Alone And Has A Perpetually Clean Kitchen, And 8 Times Out Of 9 I'll Show You A Man With Detestable Spiritual Qualities.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

"baby," I Said. "i'm A Genius But Nobody Knows It But Me."