Ja, achtung. Verner Herzog here. I haff been asked to write za piece regarding mein film Into za Abyss. I personally find za idea abhorrent, more terreeble zen za feelink uff sunlight on mein skin, za laughter uff small cheeldren, or za pathetic frolicking of newborn kittens, mit za soft fur, za cacophonous mewling, oont za rideeculous ballz uff twine. But za poet must never look away. Za true poet must stare unafraid eento za hellish eentrospection uff a souzand purgatory, if only to know za feelink of being unfulfilled. Ziss idea ist very seemeelar to mein film itself, za documentary on za subject uff capeetal punishment. I personally find za idea uff murder sanctioned by za state to be pathetically provincial, proof uff za violence oont supersteetiousness at za core uff za human nature, once we streep away za iPhones oont za Cate Blanchetts oont za Egg McMuffins oont za Schtabucks fockink coffees. But in za death row eenmate, I find a subject even more fascinating zen za caveman, or za zoo dwarf, or ewen za greezly bear. WERNER HERZOG (AS TOLD TO VINCE MANCINI)