History is not a nightmare from which I am trying to awaken, but rather, a glorious tale which I wish to be cast in.

All that really matters isto feel alive, if only for a single moment –to feel in Intense Sensationthat our existence is not an endless repetitionof sleeping, eating, drinking, and dressing.

Isn’t it enough to be middle-aged and impeccably beautiful? Why must one be economically useful?