Better Hope Deferred Than None.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

And Truly It Little Matters What I Say, This Or That Or Any Other Thing. Saying Is Inventing. Wrong, Very Rightly Wrong. You Invent Nothing, You Think You Are Inventing, You Think You Are Escaping, And All You Do Is Stammer Out Your Lesson, The Remnants Of A Pensum One Day Got By Heart And Long Forgotten, Life Without Tears, As It Is Wept.