their favourite form of exploitation is probably pretending to have feelings, which is funny because after society has left you for dead enough times, it's obvious that they don't.

I would hope for a second pair of eyes to notice the extreme degree to which I am being picked on, but anyone I would hope to notice - they just pick on me also.

unlike the last time that the police-mass turned against me, this time they had taken care to first reduce my life to so little that there is absolutely no means of fighting back.

I know I am right, but my judgment has stopped meaning anything even to me because I am so accustomed to not being listened to, while the leeches just keep eating and eating away.

scary: the mob that suppresses my individuality and coerces everything in my life has acquired the mass conviction that they should have a right to be there and to keep attacking me in great numbers.

in the primeval society, a bad conscience is associated with saying 'I', and with thinking, and it is a matter of great danger to experience doubt.

the nazi population persecutes me for my philosophical views, attacks me in mobs when I try to stand up for my rights, and punishes me for thoughtcrimes that I express in words and even more for thoughtcrimes that I commit inside my thoughts.