Because There Was Only One Thing Worse

In A World Of Monotonous Horror There Could Be No Salvation In Wild Dreaming. Horror He Had Adjusted To. But Monotony Was The Greater Obstacle, And He Realized It Now, Understood It At Long Last. And Understanding It Seemed To Give Him A Sort Of Quiet Peace, A Sense Of Having Spread All The Cards On His Mental Table, Examined Them, And Settled Conclusively On The Desired Hand.

Each Memory Was Brought To Life Before Me And Within Me. I Could Not Avoid Them. Neither Could I Rationalize, Explain Away. I Could Only Re-experience With Total Cognizance, Unprotected By Pretense. Self Delusion Was Impossible, Truth Exposed In This Blinding Light. Nothing As I Thought It Had Been. Nothing As I Hoped It Had Been. Only As It Had Been.

Now When I Die, I Shall Only Be Dead.

A Man Could Get Used To Anything If He Had To.

To Get Married And Have A Family, Is To Grow Up And Mature. It's The Only Way. You Can Read Philosophy Books For A Hundred Years, But If You Don't Get Married And Have A Family You Will Never Get It. They Soften You And Shape You, Mature You. Absolutely.