It Is, We Believe, Idle To Hope

There May Be Dead Ground In Between; And I May Not Have Got The Knack Of Judging A Distance; I Will Only Venture A Guess That Perhaps Between Me And The Apparent Lovers, (who, Incidentally, Appear By Now To Have Finished,) At Seven O'clock From The Houses, Is Roughly A Distance Of About One Year And A Half.

To-day We Have Naming Of Parts. Yesterday We Had Daily Cleaning. And Tomorrow Morning, We Shall Have What To Do After Firing. But To-day, To-day We Have Naming Of Parts.

It Is, We Believe, Idle To Hope That The Simple Stirrup-pump Can Extinguish Hell.

How Do You Know, Right Now, That You Are Aware Of Being Aware, Or Conscious?

The Things That Concern Us During The Day Are Going To Influence What We Experience During The Night.