It Is A Symbol Of Irish Art.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.

Love Me. Love My Umbrella.

The Artist, Like The God Of The Creation, Remains Within Or Behind Or Beyond Or Above His Handiwork, Invisible, Refined Out Of Existence, Indifferent, Paring His Fingernails.

That Ideal Reader Suffering From An Ideal Insomnia.

Theologians Consider That It Was The Sin Of Pride, The Sinful Thought Conceived In An Instant: Non Serviam: I Will Not Serve. That Instant Was His [lucifer's] Ruin.