Cease, Cows, Life Is Short.

The Woman Let Out An Expansive Laugh That Resounded Through The House Like A Spray Of Broken Glass.

But He Only Found Her In The Image That Saturated His Private And Terrible Solitude.

One Could Be Happy Not Only Without Love, But Despite It.

Once Again She Shuddered With The Evidence That Time Was Not Passing, As She Had Just Admitted, But That It Was Turning In A Circle.

His Place Was Always Set At The Table, In Case He Rturned From The Dead Without Warning .