All Dash To And Fro In Motor

Each Venture Is A New Beginning, A Raid On The Inarticulate With Shabby Equipment Always Deteriorating In The General Mess Of Imprecision Of Feeling.

Honest Criticism And Sensitive Appreciation Are Directed Not Upon The Poet But Upon The Poetry.

The Rats Are Underneath The Piles/ The Jew Is Underneath The Lot.

We Are The Hollow Men We Are The Stuffed Men Leaning Together...

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