Toda Idea, Al Fin Y Al Cabo,

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

We Have To Keep Company With Supposedly Bad Characters If We Are To Survive And Not Succumb To Mental Atrophy. People Of Good Character, So Called, Are The Ones Who End Up Boring Us To Death.

What Can You Do. You Get A Name, You're Called 'thomas Bernhard', And It Stays That Way For The Rest Of Your Life. And If At Some Point You Go For A Walk In The Woods, And Someone Takes A Photo Of You, Then For The Next Eighty Years You're Always Walking In The Woods. There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

Those Who Live In The Country Get Idiotic In Time, Without Noticing It, For A While They Think It's Original And Good For Their Health, But Life In The Country Is Not Original At All, For Anyone Who Wasn't Born In And For The Country It Shows A Lack Of Taste And Is Only Harmful To Their Health. The People Who Go Walking In The Country Walk Right Into Their Own Funeral In The Country And At The Very Least They Lead A Grotesque Existence Which Leads Them First Into Idiocy, Then Into An Absurd Death.

The Only Friends I Have Are The Dead Who Have Bequeathed Their Writings To Me — I Have No Others.