My Writing Is Nothing, My Boxing Is

It's A Town You Come To For A Short Time.

Now Is No Time To Think Of What You Do Not Have. Think Of What You Can Do With That There Is

Because We Would Not Wear Any Clothes Because It Was So Hot And The Windows Open And The Swallows Flying Over The Roofs Of The Houses And When It Was Dark Afterward And You Went To The Window Very Small Bats Hunting Over The Houses And Close Down Over The Trees And We Would Drink Capri And The Door Locked And It Hot And Only A Sheet And The Whole Night And We Would Both Love Each Other All Night In The Hot Night In Milan. That Was How It Ought To Be.

Fear Of Death Increases In Exact Proportion To Increase In Wealth.

The Fools Think I Am Writing Algebra But What I Am Really Writing Is Geometry.