For One Thing, I Was No Longer

In The Midst Of All These Innumerable Forms Of A Common Protest And Universal Ill-ease There Has Grown Up One Definite Body Of Doctrine Whose Adherents Are Called Communists And Who Desired The Total Subversion Of What Had Been, Hitherto Unquestioned Among Civilized European Men, The General Doctrines Of Property And Individual Freedom.

Put You Hand Before Your Eyes And Remember, You That Have Walked, The Places From Which You Have Walked Away, And The Wilderness Into Which You Manfully Turned The Steps Of Your Abandonment ... It Is Your Business To Leave All That You Have Know Altogether Behind You, And No Man Has Eyes At The Back Of His Head - Go Forward.

That I Grow Sour, Who Only Lack Delight; That I Descend To Sneer, Who Only Grieve: That From My Depth I Should Contemn Your Height; That With My Blame My Mockery You Receive; Huntress And Splendour Of The Woodland Night, Diana Of This World, Do Not Believe.

When Friendship Disappears Then There Is A Space Left Open To That Awful Loneliness Of The Outside World Which Is Like The Cold Space Between The Planets. It Is An Air In Which Men Perish Utterly.

From Quiet Homes And First Beginning, Out To The Undiscovered Ends, There's Nothing Worth The Wear Of Winning, But Laughter And The Love Of Friends.