Валерия Белая

What good is my reason! Doth it long for knowledge as the lion for his food? It is poverty and pollution and wretched self-complacency It was not the man’s brain that was speaking, it was his larynx. The stuff that was coming out of him consisted of words, but it was not speech in the true sense: it was a noise uttered in unconsciousness, like the quacking of a duck.