Child, It's A Very Bad Thing For

If He's Forgotten Me, I'll Make Him Remember Me. I'll Make Him Want Me Again.

I Loved Something I Made Up, Something That's Just As Dead As Melly Is. I Made A Pretty Suit Of Clothes And Fell In Love With It. And When Ashley Came Riding Along, So Handsome, So Different, I Put That Suit On Him And Made Him Wear It Whether It Fitted Him Or Not. And I Wouldn't See What He Really Was. I Kept On Loving The Pretty Clothes—and Not Him At All.

No Matter What Rallying Cries The Orators Give To The Idiots Who Fight, No Matter What Noble Purposes They Assign To Wars, There Is Never But One Reason For A War. And That Is Money. All Wars Are In Reality Money Squabbles.

I'm Tempting You With Fine Gifts Until Your Girlish Ideals Are Quite Worn Away And You Are At My Mercy.

Somewhere, On The Long Road That Wound Through Those Four Years, The Girl With Her Sachet & Dancing Slippers Had Slipped Away & There Was Left A Woman With Sharp Green Eyes, Who Counted Pennies & Turned Her Hands To Many Menial Tasks, A Woman To Whom Nothing Was Left From The Wreckage Except The Indestructible Red Earth On Which She Stood.