I was definitely born under an evil star. I have just been thrown out of the inn where I was staying, naked as a worm.

My life has been nothing but a failure.

He wanted to move because they were staying at the Congress Inn.

I wear myself out and struggle with the sun. And what a sun here! It would be necessary to paint here with gold and gemstones. It is wonderful.

I pass my time in the open air on the beach when it is really heavy weather or when the boats go out fishing.

I am installed in a fairylike place. I do not know where to poke my head; everything is superb, and I would like to do everything, so I use up and squander lots of color, for there are trials to be made.