I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are

Cruel Blows Of Fate Call For Extreme Kindness In The Family Circle.

Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call Decency.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.