Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst

I Care Not If I Live But A Day And A Night, So Long As My Deeds Live After Me.

Life Is The Great Teacher.

He Passes, Struck By The Stare Of Truculent Wellington But In The Convex Mirror Grin Unstruck The Bonham Eyes And Fatchuck Cheekchops Of Jollypoldy The Rixdix Doldy.

Alone, What Did Bloom Feel? The Cold Of Interstellar Space, Thousands Of Degrees Below Freezing Point Or The Absolute Zero Of Fahrenheit, Centigrade Or Réaumur: The Incipient Intimations Of Proximate Dawn.

They Lived And Laughed And Loved And Left.