... Clothes Sometimes Gave One More Of

To Me The Front Is A Mysterious Whirlpool. Though I Am In Still Water Far Away From Its Centre, I Feel The Whirl Of The Vortex Sucking Me Slowly, Irresistibly, Inescapably Into Itself.

It Was A Melancholy Secret That Reality Can Arouse Desires But Never Satisfy Them.

Sometimes I Used To Think That One Day I Should Wake Up, And All That Had Been Would Be Over. Forgotten, Sunk, Drowned. Nothing Was Sure - Not Even Memory.

I Wandered Through The Streets Thinking Of All The Things I Might Have Said And Might Have Done Had I Been Other Than I Was.

No Matter How Improbable An Assertion Is, If It Is Made With Enough Assurance It Has An Affect.