I yearn to tell myself about myself--everything I do, I do to please myself. If I write something, it is to be able to read myself--we are constantly building and un-building ourselves. I'm always thinking. Thought is the greatest of pleasures--pleasure itself is really just imagination. With this in mind, I still expect nothing good from men. No treachery, no vileness will ever surprise me. I myself even like being angry; anger enjoys itself. I feel that I will live a very ordinary life in the world no matter what I do, but my life will always be extraordinary to me. I'd make a good shoe shiner, a good cab driver, a good craftsman of sentences or woodworkings, a good lawyer, there really is no need for me to try to live an extradordinary life.
I won't lie--I like luxury and lavishness, but also simplicity; women and wine, solitude and society, seclusion and travel, winter and summer, snow and roses, calm and storm; I like to love, I like to hate. Every contradiction, every absurdity, every folly--I harbor them all!
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