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I Am For The Muscles. I Would Like To Have A Lot Of Muscles, Because Women Like It. I'm For Bodybuilding, But It's Very Exhausting.

Father Died Last Year. I Don't Subscribe To The Theory By Which We Only Become Truly Adult When Our Parents Die; We Never Become Truly Adult.

I've Lived So Little That I Tend To Imagine I'm Not Going To Die; It Seems Improbable That Human Existence Can Be Reduced To So Little; One Imagines, In Spite Of Oneself, That Sooner Or Later Something Is Bound To Happen. A Big Mistake. A Life Can Just As Well Be Both Empty And Short. The Days Slip By Indifferently, Leaving Neither Trace Nor Memory; And Then All Of A Sudden They Stop.

Depressive Lucidity, Usually Described As A Radical Withdrawal From Ordinary Human Concerns, Generally Manifests Itself By A Profound Indifference To Things Which Are Genuinely Of Minor Interest. Thus It Is Possible To Imagine A Depressed Lover, While The Idea Of A Depressed Patriot Seems Frankly Inconceivable.

Rumor Had It That He Was Homosexual; In Reality, In Recent Years, He Was Simply A Garden-variety Alcoholic.