If You Had To Summarize The Old

Characters More Or Less Present Themselves To Me. I Don't Know Their Origins. I Think If I Did, If I Seemed To Myself To Fabricate Them, I Could Not Induce Suspension Of Disbelief In Myself In The Way Writing Fiction Requires.

A Little Too Much Anger, Too Often Or At The Wrong Time, Can Destroy More Than You Would Ever Imagine.

There Was Some Sort Of Maze-learning Experiment Involved In My Final Grade And Since I Remember The Rat Who Was My Colleague As Uncooperative, Or Perhaps Merely Incompetent At Being A Rat, Or Tired Of The Whole Thing, I Don't Remember How I Passed.

There Are A Thousand Thousand Reasons To Live This Life, Everyone Of Them Sufficient

In Eternity This World Will Be Like Troy, I Believe, And All That Has Passed Here Will Be The Epic Of The Universe, The Ballad They Sing In The Streets.