Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill.

Now, In My Middle Age, About Nineteen In The Head I'd Say, I Am Rowing, I Am Rowing.

I Must Always Forget How One Word Is Able To Pick Out Another, To Manner Another, Until I Have Got Something I Might Have Said... But Did Not.

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

It Is June. I Am Tired Of Being Brave.

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.