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Death Never Mattered At Those Times - In The Early Days I Even Used To Pray For It: The Shattering Annihilation That Would Prevent For Ever The Getting Up, The Putting On Of Clothes, The Wathchign Her Torch Trail Across To The Opposite Side Of The Common Like The Tail-light Of A Low Car Driving Away.

Unhappiness In A Child Accumulates Because He Sees No End To The Dark Tunnel. The Thirteen Weeks Of A Term Might Just As Well Be Thirteen Years.

Pain Is Easy To Write. In Pain We're All Happily Individual. But What Can One Write About Happiness?

It Is A Great Danger For Everyone When What Is Shocking Changes.

I Measured Love By The Extent Of My Jealousy.