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A headache after having drunk too much. Life is not a flower. Shit is. The ragout of orangutan of Rangoon. Rangoon makes the taste of orangutan ragout distasteful. I have burning regrets when, sometimes, I realize that I have tied myself down, that I have bound my hands, put leaden chains on my feet. To be free, to walk, to run, not to crawl anymore.

I have the key to happiness: remember, be profoundly, profoundly, totally conscious that you are. I myself, sorry to say, hardly ever use this key. I keep losing it.

EUGENE IONESCO

from Present Past Past Present Translated from the French by Helen R. Lane