... Everyone Young Going Down The Long

There Is Bad In All Good Authors: What A Pity The Converse Isn't True!

Beneath It All, Desire Of Oblivion Runs: Despite The Artful Tensions Of The Calendar, The Life Insurance, The Tabled Fertility Rites, The Costly Aversion Of The Eyes From Death- Beneath It All, Desire Of Oblivion Runs.

Living In England Has No Such Excuse: These Are My Customs And Establishments.

Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant Palm; And Like A Sea-anemone Or Simple Snail, There Cautiously Unfolds, Emerges, What I Am.

In Everyone There Sleeps A Sense Of Life Lived According To Love.