Perhaps His Tragedy Is That He Is

Fear Ringed By Doubt Is My Eternal Moon.

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

Perhaps His Tragedy Is That He Is The One Normal Writer Left On Earth And It Is This That Adds To His Isolation And So To His Sense Of Guilt.

Adiós," She Added In Spanish, "i Have No House Only A Shadow. But Whenever You Are In Need Of A Shadow, My Shadow Is Yours." "thank You." "sank You." "not Sank You, Señora Gregorio, Thank You." "sank You.

To Say Nothing Of What You Lose, Lose, Lose, Are Losing, Man. You Fool, You Stupid Fool ... You've Even Been Insulated From The Responsibility Of Genuine Suffering ... Even The Suffering You Do Endure Is Largely Unnecessary. Actually Spurious. It Lacks The Very Basis You Require Of It For Its Tragic Nature. You Deceive Yourself.