No Day Is Safe From News Of

I Suppose If I Gave Myself The Chance I Could Be An Alcoholic.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

I Must Be Lean & Write & Make Worlds Beside This To Live In.

How We Need Another Soul To Cling To.

I Want To Force Myself Again And Again To Leave The Warmth And Security Of Static Situations And Move Into The World Of Growth And Suffering Where The Real Books Are People's Minds And Souls.