If All Good, Respectable People Had One

I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know.

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

But They Never Last, The Golden Days. And It Can Be Sad, The Sun In The Afternoon, Can't It? Yes, It Can Be Sad, The Afternoon Sun, Sad And Frightening.

For The First Time She Had Dimly Realized That Only The Hopeless Are Starkly Sincere And That Only The Unhappy Can Either Give Or Take Sympathy--even Some Of The Bitter And Dangerous Voluptuousness Of Misery.

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.