No One Would Think He'd Make Such

The Mouth Can Be Better Engaged Than With A Cylinder Of Rank Weed.

The Sacred Pint Alone Can Unbind The Tongue.

By His Monstrous Way Of Life He Seemed To Have Put Himself Beyond The Limits Of Reality. Nothing Moved Him Or Spoke To Him From The Real World Unless He Heard It In An Echo Of The Infuriated Cries Within Him.

White Wine Is Like Electricity. Red Wine Looks And Tastes Like A Liquified Beefsteak.

By An Epiphany He Meant A Sudden Spiritual Manifestation, Whether In The Vulgarity Of Speech Or Of Gesture Or Memorable Phrase Of The Mind Itself. He Believed It Was For The Man Of Letters To Record These Epiphanies With Extreme Care (saving Them For Later Use, That Is), Seeing That They Themselves Are The Most Delicate And Evanescent Of Moments.