I Do Not Sing Nor Play, But

I Never Give My Real Self. I Have A Hundred Sides, And I Turn First One Way And Then The Other. I Am Playing A Deep Game. I Have A Number Of Strong Cards Up My Sleeve. I Have Never Been Myself, Excepting To Two Friends.

But In My Life, In My Personality, There Is An Essence Of Falseness And Insincerity. A Thin, Fine Vapor Of Fraud Hangs Always Over Me And Dampens And Injures Some Things In Me That I Value.

I've Never Made Plans For More Than A Day Ahead.

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

Of Poets I Put Virgil First - He Was Greatest.