‘Human life must be some kind of mistake. The truth of this will be sufficiently obvious if we only remember that man is a compound of needs and necessities hard to satisfy; and that even when they are satisfied, all he obtains is a state of painlessness, where nothing remains to him but abandonment to boredom. This is direct proof that existence has noreal value in itself; for what is boredom but the feeling of the emptiness of life? If life—the craving for which is the very essence of our being—were possessed of any positive intrinsic value, there would be no such thing as boredom at all: mere existence would satisfy us in itself, and we should want for nothing.’ modern man and intelligence is a fluke of the elements, floating molecular structures where the atoms could have gone a trillion different ways, but accident my went this way’ we are nothing. ‘I carry my awareness of defeat like a banner of victory’. – ‘art was not the goal but the occasion and the method for locating our specific rhythm and buried possibilities of our time’.