Do We Mean Love, When We Say

Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

The Creation Of The World Did Not Take Place Once And For All Time, But Takes Place Every Day.

I Had Seen Faces In Photographs I Might Have Found Beautiful Had I Known Even Vaguely In What Beauty Was Supposed To Consist. And My Father's Face, On His Death-bolster, Had Seemed To Hint At Some Form Of Aesthetics Relevant To Man. But The Faces Of The Living, All Grimace And Flush, Can They Be Described As Objects?

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

I Gave Up Before Birth.