It Is A Maudlin And Indecent Verity

My Task Is To Make You Hear, Feel And See. That And No More, And That Is Everything.

The Terrorist And The Policeman Both Come From The Same Basket. Revolution, Legality--counter-moves In The Same Game; Forms Of Idleness At Bottom Identical.

Action Is Consolatory. It Is The Enemy Of Thought And The Friend Of Flattering Illusions.

I Think It Had Whispered To Him Things About Himself Which He Did Not Know, Things Of Which He Had No Conception Till He Took Counsel With This Great Solitude - And The Whisper Had Proved Irresistibly Fascinating. It Echoed Loudly Within Him Because He Was Hollow At The Core.

There Is A Taint Of Death, A Flavour Of Mortality In Lies.