I ask myself: what are my views on death, the next world, God? I look into my mind and discover I am too much of a mannikin to hav...e any. As for death, I am a little bit of trembling jelly of anticipation. I am prepared for anything, but I am the complete agnostic; I simply don't know. To have views, faith, beliefs, one needs a backbone. This great bully of a universe overwhelms me. The stars make me cower. I am intimidated by the immensity surrounding my own littleness. It is futile and presumptuous for me to opine anything about the next world. But I hope for something much freer and more satisfying after death, for emancipation of the spirit and above all for the obliteration of this puny self, this little, skulking, sharp-witted ferret.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Soft are the hands of Love, but what soft hands... clutched at the thorny ground, scratched like a small white ferret or foraging whippet or hound.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
People do not know the natural infirmity of their mind: it does nothing but ferret and quest, and keeps incessantly whirling aroun...d, building up and becoming entangled in its own work, like our silkworms, and is suffocated in it: a mouse in a pitch barrel.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He turns agen and drives the noisy crowd And beats the dogs in noises loud.... He drives away and beats them every one, And then they loose them all and set them on. He falls as dead and kicked by boys and men, Then starts and grins and drives the crowd agen; Till kicked and torn and beaten out he lies And leaves his hold and cackles, groans, and dies.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »