In My Room I'd Barely Closed My

Living, Just By Itself - What A Dirge That Is! Life Is A Classroom And Boredom's The Usher, There All The Time To Spy On You; Whatever Happens, You've Got To Look As If You Were Awfully Busy All The Time Doing Something That's Terribly Exciting - Or He'll Come Along And Nibble Your Brain.

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

Love Is Like Liquor, The Drunker And More Impotent You Are, The Stronger And Smarter You Think Yourself And The Surer You Are Of Your Rights.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.

They Came From The Four Corners Of The Earth, Driven By Hunger, Plague, Tumors, And The Cold, And Stopped Here. They Couldn’t Go Any Futrther Because Of The Ocean. That’s France, That’s The French People.