All The Mortal World Is A Lethal

I Congratulate Myself On Not Having Arrived Into The World Until The Present Time. This Age Suits My Taste.

I Never Knew What Life Was Until It Ran Out In A Red Gush Over Any Lips, My Hands!

It Was Over Now, And The Meaningless World Was Tolerable And Need Not Be Explained. And Never Would It Be, And How Foolish I Had Ever Been To Think So.

Despair Was So Familiar To Me; It Could Be Banished By The Sight Of A Beautiful Mannikin In The Window. It Could Be Dispelled By The Spectacle Of Lights Surrounding A Tower. It Could Be Lifted By The Great Ghostly Shape Of St. Patrick's Coming Into View. And Then Despair Would Come Again.

Perhaps This Is The Only Real Evil Left.