The writer, an old man with a white mustache, had some difficulty in getting into bed. - Sherwood Anderson

I am a lover and have not found my thing to love.

حياة الناس أشبه بشجيرات في غابة، تخنقها أشجار متسلقة. و ليست الأشجار المتسلقة سوى أفكار و عقائد عتيقة غرسها الموتى

If you have lived in cities and have walked in the park on a summer afternoon, you have perhaps seen, blinking in a corner of his iron cage, a huge, grotesque kind of monkey, a creature with ugly, sagging, hairless skin below his eyes and a bright purple underbody. This monkey is a true monster. In the completeness of his ugliness he achieved a kind of perverted beauty. Children stopping before the cage are fascinated, men turn away with an air of disgust, and women linger for a moment, trying perhaps to remember which one of their male acquaintances the thing in some faint way resembles.