In Order To Write A Book, It

How Can I Be So Evil? It Ain't Easy.

Life: Another Day, Another Dolor.

I Choose To Listen To The River For A While, Thinking River Thoughts, Before Joining The Night And The Stars.

The Proustian Aquarium: Grotesque And Gorgeous Fish Drifting With Languid Fins Through A Subaqueous Medium Of Pale Violet Polluted Ink.

Once Upon A Time, I Dreamed Of Becoming A Great Man. Later, A Good Man. Now, Finally, I Find It Difficult Enough And Honor Enough To Be -- A Man.