I do not like proper novels. In proper novels people say things like, ‘I am veined with iron, with silver and with streaks of common mud. I cannot contract into the firm fist which those clench who do not depend on stimulus.’ What does this mean? I do not know. Nor does Father. Nor do the people who write these books.

The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today.

People fall so in love with my pain but they follow me to see me fail.