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Out on the street, I stood for ages inhaling the smell of life. It is a combination of flesh, of body odour and petrol, sea-breezes and perspiration under armpits: the smell of what still has to die.

A challenge for the psychoanalysts: I dreamed that a fish was taking its clothes off and remained naked.

Most people are dead without realizing it or they live like charlatans.

After I discovered in myself how people think, I was no longer able to believe in the thoughts of others.

I saw the ugliness of the English@close quarters, which is one of the most appealing things about England. It is such a peculiar ugliness, and yet so beautiful. winters were chilly;the harsh wind brought a rosy colour to cheeks&hands which made people look all too real..London was once stricken by plague. &great fire razed the entire city2the ground. I could sense the presence of both plague&fire when I lived there.