Whoever I address looks to me like monkeys with whom I am trying to communicate in vain, including all those “great minds.”

 Whoever I address looks to me like monkeys with whom I am trying to communicate in vain, including all those “great minds.” When I tell people honestly that I simply make do with them rather than being in a deep relationship, they immediately withdraw and, in their own way, punish my frankness. Yet I can only settle for humans. I can do nothing else with them; they are unbelievably low as species.