Writer Speaks A Stench.

I Am Free And That Is Why I Am Lost.

Ours Is A Lost Generation, It May Be, But It Is More Blameless Than Those Earlier Generations.

The Dream Reveals The Reality Which Conception Lags Behind. That Is The Horror Of Life-the Terror Of Art.

To Every Instant There Is A Correspondence In Something Outside Time. This World Here And Now Cannot Be Followed By A Beyond, For The Beyond Is Eternal, Hence It Cannot Be In Temporal Contact With This World Here And Now.

There Are Some Things One Can Only Achieve By A Deliberate Leap In The Opposite Direction.