If There’s One Thing That Makes A

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.

I Held Out My Arms To Him And He Came To Me Like A Child.

There Is No Going Back In Life. There Is No Return. No Second Chance.

Once A Person Gave His Talent To The World, The World Put A Stamp Upon It. The Talent Was Not A Personal Possession Any More. It Was Something To Be Traded, Bought And Sold. It Fetched A High Price, Or A Low One. It Was Kicked In The Common Market.

Last Night I Dreamt I Went To Manderley Again.