I Didn't Know What To Say. I

I Took A Straight Picture That Made Me Look Like A Thirty-year-old Italian Who'd Kill Anybody Who Said Something Against His Mother.

February Dawn -- Frost On The Path Where I Paced All Winter.

You Were My Last Chance' She's Said But Don't All Women Say That? - But Can It Be By 'last Chance' She Doesn't Mean Mere Marriage But Some Profoundly Sad Realization Of Something In Me She Really Needs To Go On Living, At Least That Impression Coming Across Anyway On The Force Of All The Gloom We've Shared -

Some's Bastards, Some's Ain't. That's The Score.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.