Feeling Well That Breathed Words Would All

You Have Absorb'd Me. I Have A Sensation At The Present Moment As Though I Was Dissolving.

Talking Of Pleasure, This Moment I Was Writing With One Hand, And With The Other Holding To My Mouth A Nectarine - How Good How Fine. It Went Down All Pulpy, Slushy, Oozy, All Its Delicious Embonpoint Melted Down My Throat Like A Large, Beatified Strawberry.

If Something Is Not Beautiful, It Is Probably Not True.

It Can Be Said Of Him, When He Departed He Took A Man's Life With Him. No Sounder Piece Of British Manhood Was Put Together In That Eighteenth Century Of Time.

My Mind Has Been The Most Discontented And Restless One That Ever Was Put Into A Body Too Small For It.