The most difficult thing to adjust to, apparently, is peace and contentment.

“Ik kwam er achter dat ik er mijn hele leven heus niet naar had verlang om te le…”

“...and with that he began to laugh, not a laugh either, but a cackle, a hideous…”

“The great incestuous wish is to flow on, one with time, to merge the great imag…”

“No more peeping through keyholes! No more mas turbating in the dark! No more pu…”