I Smell Blood And An Era Of

Alone, Alone, About The Dreadful Wood / Of Conscious Evil Runs A Lost Mankind, / Dreading To Find Its Father.

Between The Ages Of Twenty And Forty We Are Engaged In The Process Of Discovering Who We Are, Which Involves Learning The Differences Between Accidental Limitations Which It Is Our Duty To Outgrow And The Necessary Limitations Of Our Nature Beyond Which We Cannot Trespass With Impunity.

It Takes Little Talent To See What Lies Under One's Nose, A Good Deal To Know In What Direction To Point That Organ.

There Was Still Gold And Silver In The Mountains, And Hunger Was A More Immediate Sorrow

All The Rest Is Silence On The Other Side Of The Wall, And The Silence Ripeness, And The Ripeness All.