If A Violin String Could Ache, I

Memory Overshadows The Present And Dims The Future "into Something Thicker Than Its Usual Pea Soup."

Direct Interference In A Person's Life Does Not Enter Our Scope Of Activity, Nor, On The Other, Tralatitiously Speaking, Hand, Is His Destiny A Chain Of Predeterminate Links: Some 'future' Events May Be Linked To Others, O.k., But All Are Chimeric, And Every Cause-and-effect Sequence Is Always A Hit-and-miss Affair, Even If The Lunette Has Actually Closed Around Your Neck, And The Cretinous Crowd Holds Its Breath.

My Own Ultraviolet Darling. " Lolita

Nostalgia In Reverse, The Longing For Yet Another Strange Land, Grew Especially Strong In Spring.

My Heart Was A Hysterical Unreliable Organ.