The Author:
A lieutenant who threw me a stick. Our conversation was short:
Q: Is there anything forbidden?
I: except hexogen, a pair of calas and cocaine, and I lick myself like an idiot,

The word "how" here is superfluous. And to you, I wish to lie in the roof under the trunk of the machine, with your hands behind your back, so that you can become wise and stop considering your scarce mind to be the top of the intellect.