It's Risky To Talk About One's Most

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.

All Things Are So Very Uncertain, And That's Exactly What Makes Me Feel Reassured.

For A While She Considered Being Ill, But She Changed Her Mind.

Grandmother Walked Up Over The Bare Granite And Thought About Birds In General. It Seemed To Her No Other Creature Had The Same Dramatic Capacity To Underline And Perfect Events - The Shifts In The Seasons And The Weather, The Changes That Run Through People Themselves.

Before We Left, Grandmother Talked A Lot About The Arctic Night We Would Fly Through. 'isn't It A Mystical Word, "arctic"? Pure And Quite Hard. And Meridians. Isn't That Pretty? We're Going To Fly Along Them, Faster Than The Light Can Follow Us... Time Won't Be Able To Catch Us.