I Dream In Fire But Work In

We Lead Two Lives, And The Half Of Our Soul Is Madness, And Half Heaven Is Lit By A Black Sun. I Say I Am A Man, Is The Other That Hides In Me?

If A Man Dreams That He Has Committed A Sin Before Which The Sun Hid His Face, It Is Often Safe To Conjecture That, In Sheer Forgetfulness, He Wore A Red Tie, Or Brown Boots With Evening Dress.

Now, Everybody, I Suppose, Is Aware That In Recent Years The Silly Business Of Divination By Dreams Has Ceased To Be A Joke And Has Become A Very Serious Science.

The Saint Endeavors To Recover A Gift Which He Has Lost; The Sinner Tries To Obtain Something Which Was Never His. In Brief, He Repeats The Fall.

There Are Strange Things Lost And Forgotten In Obscure Corners Of The Newspaper.