I Would Love To Do Orange And

I'm Getting So Slow At My Work It Makes Me Despair, But... I'm Increasingly Obsessed By The Need To Render What I Experience, And I'm Praying That I'll Have A Few More Good Years Left To Me.

I've Only Myself To Blame For It, My Impotence Most Of All And My Weakness. If I Do Any Good Work Now It Will Be Only By Chance.

If Only The Weather Would Improve, There'd Be Hope Of Some Work, But Every Day Brings Rain.

To See We Must Forget The Name Of The Thing We Are Looking At.

Thanks To My Work Everything's Going Well; It's A Great Consolation.