Calling It Off Comes Easy Enough If

I Had Been Keeping An Off Eye On The Advertising Field, Thinking I Might Become An Idea Man And A Copywriter.

His Books Were Part Of Him. Each Year Of His Life, It Seemed, His Books Became More And More A Part Of Him. This Room, Thirty By Twenty Feet, And The Walls Of Shelves Filled With Books, Had For Him The Murmuring Of Many Voices. In The Books Of Herodotus, Tacitus, Rabelais, Thomas Browne, John Milton, And Scores Of Others, He Had Found Men Of Face And Voice More Real To Him Than Many A Man He Had Met For A Smoke And A Talk.

By Night The Skyscraper Looms In The Smoke And The Stars And Has A Soul.

There Are Dreams Stronger Than Death. Men And Women Die Holding These Dreams.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.