He knows what I'll be doing when the apocalypse comes. The same as ever, W. says. The usual thing. I'll be in my tub, furiously masturbating. Furiously masturbating!
Just like Diogenes, W. says. Only not like him, for with me there is no point – it's not about mocking the pretensions of others; it's not a call for natural virtue over against the false word of society. It's like a chimp in the zoo, W. says. A chimp with foam on his lips and nothing better to do.
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