I Come From A Little Island With

I'm Trying To Earn A Living In The Way That Is Most Enjoyable To Me. I Love The World Of Literature, And I Hope To Support Myself In It.

Something Settiled Inside Me, Something Heavy And Hard. It Stayed There, And I Could Not Think Of One Thing To Make It Go Away. I Thought, So This Must Be Living, This Must Be The Beginning Of The Time People Later Refer To As 'years Ago, When I Was Young'.

No Matter How Happy I Had Been In The Past I Do Not Long For It. The Present Is Always The Moment For Which I Love.

The Families Of Rabbits Or Woodchucks Will Eat The Salad Greens Just Before They Are Ready To Be Picked; I Plot Ways To Kill These Animals But Can Never Bring Myself To Do It.

I Was Given A Dictionary When I Was Seven, And I Read It Because I Had Nothing Else To Read. I Read It The Way You Read A Book.