I may be a little overwrought at the present moment, but I must confess that, to me, the countries of Europe are nothing more or less than a collection of mouse-traps. In some of them, the cheese is of a superior quality, that is the only difference.
I like that. I like it that my country’s people have such empty, bulging
eyes. This instills in me a feeling of legitimate pride. You can imagine
what the eyes are like where everything is bought and sold – deeply
hidden, secretive, predatory and frightening.