I Made Man With Too Many Faults.

All Tamed Animals Are Nervous, We Have Given Them Reason To Be, Not Only By Cruelty But By Our Love Too, That Presses Upon Them. They Have Not Been Able To Be Entirely Indifferent To This And Untouched By It.

The Sea Was Angry That Day My Friend, Like An Old Man Trying To Send Back Soup At A Deli.

Unpopular, Lonely And Loving, Elinor Need Not Trouble, For If She Were Not So Loving, She Would Not Be So Miserable.

But One Wants The Idea Of Death, You Know, As Something Large And Unknowable, Something That Allows A Person To Stretch Himself Out. Especially One Wants It If One Is Tired. Or Perhaps What One Wants Is Simply A Release From Sensation, From All Consciousness For Ever.

Life May Be Treacherous, But You Can Always Depend On Death.