If There Is No God, Then I

The More I Detest Men Individually The More Ardent Becomes My Love For Humanity.

But I Always Liked Side-paths, Little Dark Back-alleys Behind The Main Road- There One Finds Adventures And Surprises, And Precious Metal In The Dirt.

And So In That Very Shame I Suddenly Begin A Hymn.

A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.

But What Can A Decent Man Speak Of With Most Pleasure? Answer: Of Himself. Well, So I Will Talk About Myself.