Only Against Death Does Man Cry Out

The Consul Felt A Pang. Ah, To Have A Horse, And Gallop Away, Singing, To Someone You Loved Perhaps, Into The Heart Of All The Simplicity And Peace In The World; Was That Not Like The Opportunity Afforded Man By Life Itself? Of Course Not. Still, Just For A Moment, It Had Seemed That It Was.

What Is Man But A Little Soul Holding Up A Corpse?

Only Against Death Does Man Cry Out In Vain.

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.