It Was Always The Becoming He Dreamed

A Sense Of The Fundamental Decencies Is Parceled Out Unequally At Birth.

She Was A Dark, Unenduring Little Flower - Yet He Thought He Detected In Her Some Quality Of Spiritual Reticence, Of Strength Drawn From Her Passive Acceptance Of All Things. In This He Was Mistaken.

So He Waited, Listening For A Moment Longer To The Tuning-fork That Had Been Struck Upon A Star.

In Short, You Have Only Your Emotions To Sell. This Is The Experience Of All Writers.

They Were Stars On This Stage, Each Playing To An Audience Of Two.