“…Though, I’m not complaining, because His Loathsome Majesty could, for example, have given me as company toxico-maniac spiders or crazed cockroaches. Then I wouldn’t have lasted even five minutes, dying of a heart attack. I hate insects. All of them. So caterpillars are the lesser evil. And if I can even spill my soul to them, then I can consider that the last evening of my short life was a success…”