“I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away - yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth’s orbit ————————— and wanted to shoot myself.”
— Soren Kierkegaard (Journal Entry for March, 1836).
Via This isn't Happiness, of course.
Squirting nothing but ink makes for penetrating inquisitions, else it sucks.
Posted by: M. Möhling | February 24, 2012 at 08:11 AM