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Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.

No Words Suffice The Secret Soul To Show, For Truth Denies All Eloquence To Woe.

I Only Go Out To Get Me A Fresh Appetite For Being Alone.

The Great Object Of Life Is Sensation - To Feel That We Exist - Even Though In Pain - It Is This "craving Void" Which Drives Us To Gaming - To Battle - To Travel - To Intemperate But Keenly Felt Pursuits Of Every Description Whose Principal Attraction Is The Agitation Inseparable From Their Accomplishment.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.