Even In The Grave, All Is Not

Who Cares How Time Advances? I Am Drinking Ale Today.

I Wish I Could Write As Mysterious As A Cat.

It Is By No Means An Irrational Fancy That, In A Future Existence, We Shall Look Upon What We Think Our Present Existence, As A Dream.

-ev'n With Us The Breath Of Science Dims The Mirror Of Our Joy.

All Works Of Art Should Begin... At The End.