Never Forget That Only Dead Fish Swim

The Sputnik Is Just To Me Like A Firework, A Rocket, A New Invention.

It Was A Somber Place, Haunted By Old Jokes And Lost Laughter. Life, As I Discovered, Holds No More Wretched Occupation Than Trying To Make The English Laugh.

The First Thing I Remember About The World And I Pray That It May Be The Last Is That I Was A Stranger In It. This Feeling, Which Everyone Has In Some Degree, And Which Is, At Once, The Glory And Desolation Of Homo Sapiens , Provides The Only Thread Of Consistency That I Can Detect In My Life.

In The Beginning Was The Lie And The Lie Was Made News And Dwelt Among Us, Graceless And False.

I'm Much Too Modest A Person.