Everything Is Bicycle.

It Was Surprising That Nature Had Gone Tranquilly On With Her Golden Process In The Midst Of So Much Devilment.

A Very Little Boy Stood Upon A Heap Of Gravel For The Honour Of Rum Alley. He Was Throwing Stones At Howling Urchins From Devil's Row, Who Were Circling Madly About The Heap And Pelting Him. His Infantile Countenance Was Livid With The Fury Of Battle. His Small Body Was Writhing In The Delivery Of Oaths.

When It Came Night, The White Waves Paced To And Fro In The Moonlight, And The Wind Brought The Sound Of The Great Sea's Voice To The Men On Shore, And They Felt That They Could Then Be Interpreters.

Over The River A Golden Ray Of Sun Came Through The Hosts Of Leaden Rain Clouds.

A Little Man Said To The Universe. "sir! I Exist." The Universe Replied: "that's Fine." Just Don't Think It Creates Any Obligation On My Part.