I am given to fits of rage, male chauvinism, self righteous misanthropy and nihilistic moods of despair. I have complaints about life, but never any solutions; I long to be an artist, but baulk at the necessary sacrifices. In my private moments I speak of my fear of death, which I elevate to tragic heights, when in fact it is mere narcissism. Now read http://mazeofzagor.blogspot.com/
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