Tropic of Capricorn

self-and-identity

• From the beginning it was never anything but chaos: it was a fluid which enveloped me, which I breathed in through the gills.

  TCP-001

• I was against life, on principle. What principle? The principle of futility. Everybody around me was struggling. I myself never made an effort.

  TCP-002

• To jump clear of the clockwork—that was the liberating thought. To be something more, something different, than the most brilliant maniac of the earth!

  TCP-010

desire

• By this time my prick was out of my fly and quivering with delight… she took me by the ear and said, 'Now button up your fly, you silly boy!'

  TCP-005

• Did you ever fuck a crazy woman? It's something to experience. From the instant I got it in she started talking a blue streak.

  TCP-008

work-as-meaning

• I walked into the employment bureau of the Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company of North America toward the close of the day, prepared to go through with it.

  TCP-013