I And The Public Know What All

He Was My North, My South, My East And West, My Working Week And My Sunday Rest, My Noon, My Midnight, My Talk, My Song; I Thought That Love Would Last Forever: I Was Wrong.

We All Have These Places Where Shy Humiliations Gambol On Sunny Afternoons.

Lovers Have Lived So Long With Giants And Elves, They Won't Believe Again In Their Own Size.

Drama Is Based On The Mistake.

There Is No Love; There Are Only The Various Envies, All Of Them Sad.