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The kitchen was in the basement, and as he sliced tomatoes and cucumbers he looked up at the legs and bodies — his view went no further — of the passersby on the other side of the area railings. The purposeful footsteps of the rest of the world made him wonder whether the place he had arrived at was as good as the ones they were hastening to.

‘I wonder,’ he said, ‘whether the gratification of one’s desires is really what life is all about?’
‘You have to admit that it’s not a bad way to pass the time while you’re wondering, mmm?’

This is my life now. The past doesn’t go away but the present steps in front of it.

He didn’t try to be clever — he just did it the way it showed itself to him.

I think everybody’s potentially a danger to himself and society; everybody is like a grenade that’s safe until you pull the pin but it isn’t always easy to know when the pin’s been pulled.

I’m nothing to her and yet I am something.

Is there in all men a secret desire to abase themselves at the feet of a woman who has contempt for them? Or is it simply that I’m naturally depraved and losing control of myself?

The world is full of strange answers and missing questions; each of us is an answer to some unknown question that we have to guess at and get wrong as often as not.

Male perception of the female is generally at an infantile level — masturbation comes naturally to men but relating to women is something that has to be learned and mostly isn’t.

You’re so five minutes ago in a sort of twenty-five-years-ago way.