Character: Hitchcock

- I was never young. The Hitchcock as I was, died. Here's another example of the thorns of memory. I don't want to sit on them bare-ass, thank you. I always thought that die every day, and every day you waiting for a neat wooden box with your number on it. But you should never go back and lift the lid of the boxes and look at himself from the past. You die in my life a thousand times, and this is the mountain of the dead, and each time you die your way, with another face, which is all the time becoming worse. Because every day you're another, unknown person you do not know and do not want to understand.

- And why do I remember things that I can't use it? I am a practical man. If I can't see the Ground and walk on it, well, do you want me to go by memory on Earth, so what? It hurts. Memories of how once told me father, prickly, like a porcupine needle. To hell with them! Away from the memories. They make people unhappy, prevented him from working, brought to tears.