Anything can happen: anything. Or nothing. Who can say? The world, monstrous, is made that way, and in the end consumes us all. Who am I, administrated or no, to have the audacity to survive it?
“Nonsense delights us I think because it offers us language in mutation, in gestation — how much richer English is for “brillig” and “snark!” — and because it ridicules pompous, vain, and obsessive behavior.”