Nymphets Do Not Occur In Polar Regions.

I Could Isolate, Consciously, Little. Everything Seemed Blurred, Yellow-clouded, Yielding Nothing Tangible. Her Inept Acrostics, Maudlin Evasions, Theopathies - Every Recollection Formed Ripples Of Mysterious Meaning. Everything Seemed Yellowly Blurred, Illusive, Lost.

My Own Ultraviolet Darling. " Lolita

Coordinating There Events And Objects With Remote Events And Vanished Objects. Making Ornaments Of Accidents And Possibilities.

Solitude Is The Playfield Of Satan.

Which Arrow Flies For Ever? The Arrow That Has Hit Its Mark.