The Anger And The Brutality Against Everything

I Had To Spend My Entire Childhood In The Altensam Dungeon Like An Inmate Doing Time For No Comprehensible Reason, For A Crime He Can't Remember Committing, A Judicial Error Probably.

I Really Only Write About Inner Landscapes And Most People Don't See Them, Because They See Practically Nothing Within, Because They Think That Because It's Inside, It's Dark, And So They Don't See Anything. I Don't Think I've Ever Yet, In Any Of My Books, Described A Landscape. There's Really Nothing Of The Kind In Any Of Them. I Only Ever Write Concepts. And So I'm Always Referring To "mountains" Or "a City" Or "streets." But As To How They Look: I've Never Produced A Description Of A Landscape. That's Never Even Interested Me.

Lawyers Make Nothing But Confusion...a Lawyer Is An Instrument Of The Devil. In General, He's A Fiendish Idiot, Banking On The Stupidity Of People Much More Stupid Than Himself, And By God He's Always Right.

In Theory We Understand People, But In Practice We Can't Put Up With Them, I Thought, Deal With Them For The Most Part Reluctantly And Always Treat Them From Our Point Of View. We Should Observe And Treat People Not From Our Point Of View But From All Angles, I Thought, Associate With Them In Such A Way That We Can Say We Associate With Them So To Speak In A Completely Unbiased Way, Which However Isn't Possible, Since We Actually Are Always Biased Against Everybody.

...we Ask: Why Suicide? We Search For Reasons, Causes, And So On.... We Follow The Course Of The Life He Has Now So Suddenly Terminated As Far Back As We Can. For Days We Are Preoccupied With The Question: Why Suicide? We Recollect Details. And Yet We Must Say That Everything In The Suicide's Life- For Now We Know That All His Life He Was A Suicide, Led A Suicide's Existence- Is Part Of The Cause, The Reason, For His Suicide.