A Prose That Is Altogether Alive Demands

April Is The Cruellest Month.

That Is The Worst Moment, When You Feel You Have Lost / The Desires For All That Was Most Desirable, / Before You Are Contented With What You Can Desire; / Before You Know What Is Left To Be Desired; / And You Go On Wishing That You Could Desire / What Desire Has Left Behind.

Hungry Hatred, Will Not Strive Against Intelligence Self-interest.

The Usual Dog About The Town Is Much Inclined To Play The Clown.

Only Through Time Time Is Conquered