In all the years I’ve been writing this, no one else has read a word of it. But I write for myself, not others.
There is no one with whom I
can share my thoughts, because most people have no thoughts to share.
of the people who are now considered wise are barely literate. They
say things their admirers assume must be profound because they can’t
understand them. But they're merely incoherent.
and their admirers are too ignorant to know the ideas they present as
new and original were said before, and said better. But now that I’m
old, I too forget who said what in the past. I even forget what I said in
I return here from time to time, when I feel more
than usually lonely, to read what I said in the past; and usually
I find it more interesting than anything I say now; certainly more interesting than anything others say to me. But when I read what I said in the past, I also become depressed – more
depressed than usual – at how stupid I’ve become. I’m nearly as
stupid now as most people. I hope I have the courage to kill myself