I am attracted to eccentrics and find me bored by rational, wise, common-sense personalities. Would you please refer me to a psychiatrist to cure me from my deep passion and profound admiration of the following: Marquis de Sade, Rasputin, Mussolini, Al Capone and Charles Manson? I hardly find a thing to attract me to the personal habits and ways of such wise guys as Plato, Christ, Shakespeare, Abraham Lincolin and Winston Churchill. I love naughty enfant terribles and femme fatal. I find white-collar well shirt-stuffed people dull and boring. It is for this reason, and not for his cantos, I love Ezra Pound. I neither care nor mind what each of these naughty guys fights for fights against, the importnat thing is the naughtiness