I am the ultimate superfluous man. I am the one we would sacrifice first, were there a shortage of food, or love. I am possessed of every gift in its most shallow form. I am clever, never wise. I am glib, never profound. I am kind, never loving. I am critical, never creative. I am amused, never delighted. I am saddened, never hurt. I am loquacious, never articulate. I am concerned, never involved. I am learned, never knowing. I am charming, never sincere. And I celebrate artifice! Matter doesn’t matter to me. Only form! And do you want the final superficiality? I am just as I want to be.
