Solitude Was Corrupting Me.

Do What Only A True Artist Can Do ... Pounce Upon The Forgotten Butterfly Of Revelation

And This Is The Only Immortality You And I May Share, My Lolita.

- Might It Console You To Know That I Expect Nothing But Torture From Her Return? That I Regard You As A Bird Of Paradise? She Shook Her Head. - That My Admiration For You Is Painfully Strong? - I Want Van – She Cried – And Not Intangible Admiration. - Intangible? You Goose. You My Gauge It, You May Brush It Once Very Lightly With The Knuckles Of You Gloved Hand. I Said Knuckles. I Said Once. That Will Do. I Can't Kiss You. Not Even Your Burning Face. Good-bye, Pet. Tell Edmond To Take A Nap After He Returns. I Shall Need Him At Two In The Morning.

Devices Which In Some Curious New Way Imitate Nature Are Attractive To Simple Minds.

Don't Touch Me; I'll Die If You Touch Me.