Habit Is A Compromise Effected Between An

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

But What Matter Whether I Was Born Or Not, Have Lived Or Not, Am Dead Or Merely Dying. I Shall Go On Doing As I Have Always Done, Not Knowing What It Is I Do, Nor Who I Am, Nor Where I Am, Nor If I Am.

Fail, Fail Again, Fail Better.

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.

The Blind Have No Notion Of Time. The Things Of Time Are Hidden From Them Too.