Love's A Disease. But Curable.

The Very Utterness Of The Crash And Ruin, The Desperation Of The Case, Might Be Its Hope. On Ruins One Can Begin To Build. Anyhow, Looking Out From Ruins One Clearly Sees; There Are No Obstructing Walls.

You Point Out That War Is Only A Symptom Of The Whole Horrid Business Of Human Behavior, And Cannot Be Isolated. And That, Even If We Abolish War, We Shall Not Abolish Hate And Greed. So Might It Have Been Argued About Slave Emancipation, That Slavery Was But One Aspect Of Human Disgustingness, And That To Abolish It Would Not End The Barbarity That Causes It. But Did The Abolitionists Therefore Waste Their Breath? And Do We Waste Ours Now In Protesting Against War?

Once You Get To Know Your Neighbors, You Are No Longer Free, You Are All Tangled Up, You Have To Stop And Speak When You Are Out And You Never Feel Safe When You Are In.

So They Left The Subject And Played Croquet, Which Is A Very Good Game For People Who Are Annoyed With One Another, Giving Many Opportunities For Venting Rancor.

Miss My Daily Mass, And Have A Superstitious Feeling That Anything May Happen On The Days I Don't Go. However, Nothing In Particular Has.