Just As We Bemoan The Passing Away

It Is A World Of Words That Creates A World Of Things.

Temperament Is Fixed, Set. The Skull, Followed By The Temperament: The Two Hardest Parts Of The Body. Follow Your Temperament. It Is Not A Philosophy, It Is A Rule, Like The Rule Of St Benedict.

Speaking The Words He Had Been Taught, Directing Them No Longer Upward But To The Earth On Which He Knelt, He Prayed: 'for What We Are About To Receive Make Us Truly Thankful.' ... He... Felt His Heart Suddenly Flow Over With Thankfulness... Like A Gush Of Warm Water... All That Remains Is To Live Here Quietly For The Rest Of My Life, Eating Food That My Own Labour Has Made The Earth To Yield. All That Remains Is To Be A Tender Of The Soil.

She Gives Him What He Can Only Call A Sweet Smile. 'so You Are Determined To Go On Being Bad. Mad, Bad, And Dangerous To Know. I Promise, No One Will Ask You To Change.

If You Were Blind You Would Hardly Have Fallen In Love In The First Place. But Now, Do You Truly Wish To See The Beloved In The Cold Clarity Of The Visual Apparatus? It May Be In Your Better Interest To Throw A Veil Over The Gaze, So As To Keep Her Alive In Her Archetypal, Goddesslike Form.