My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished

I Fear Those Big Words, Stephen Said, Which Make Us So Unhappy.

Why Is It That Words Like These Seem Dull And Cold? Is It Because There Is No Word Tender Enough To Be Your Name?

The Artist Who Could Disentangle The Subtle Soul Of The Image From Its Mesh Of Defining Circumstances Most Exactly And 're-embody' It In Artistic Circumstances Chosen As The Most Exact For It In Its New Office, He Was The Supreme Artist.

No One Would Think He'd Make Such A Beautiful Corpse.

The Intellectual Imagination! With Me All Or Not At All. Non Serviam!