Some Must Cry So That Others May

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

I Have Arranged My Little Life.

Would You Like A Whiskey?' I Say. 'i've Got Some.' (that's Original. I Bet Nobody's Ever Thought Of That Way Of Bridging The Gap Before.)

Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.

When You Are A Child You Are Yourself And You Know And See Everything Prophetically. And Then Suddenly Something Happens And You Stop Being Yourself; You Become What Others Force You To Be. You Lose Your Wisdom And Your Soul.