Bokelskere.no

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

I suspect that I am the result of particularly weak conception on the part of my father. His sperm was probably emitted in a rather offhand manner.

You could tell by the way he talked, though, that he had gone to school a long time. That was probably what was wrong with him.

I am at this moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip.