It's a depressingly masculine world we live in, Delores.

We men are wretched things.

Oh this poor world, this poor, suffering, ignorant, fear-filled world! How can men be blind or deranged enough to think it is a good world? How can they be cold and satanic enough to be unmoved by the groans and anguish, the writhing and tears, that come up from its unparalleled afflictions?

But what a dreary world it would be if the rules were not violated sometimes!

Among all creatures that breathe on earth and crawl on it
there is not anywhere a thing more dismal than man is.

In summary, our world is doomed.

For a world with so much sun we live in a dark place, in a dark time.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

Yes, we are living in a world of fear. The life of man today is corroded and made bitter by fear. Fear of the future, fear of the hydrogen bomb, fear of ideologies. Perhaps this fear is a greater danger than the danger itself, because it is fear which drives men to act foolishly, to act thoughtlessly, to act dangerously. . . .

All the world is sad and dreary,
Everywhere I roam.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and privacy: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards, I don't want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one.' I told Dim to lay off a bit then, because it used to interest me sometimes to slooshy what some of these starry decreps had to say about life and the world. I said: 'Oh. And what's stinking about it?

The world seemed cruel and boring, and I'm not sure which was worse.

We are living in a world in which nobody is free, in which hardly anybody is secure, in which it is almost impossible to be honest and to remain alive.