Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can

I'm No Use To Anybody,' I Say. 'i'm A Cérébrale, Can't You See That?' Thinking How Funny A Book Would Be, Called 'just A Cérébrale Or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, Of Course, To Be Accepted As Authentic, To Carry Any Conviction, It Would Have To Be Written By A Man. What A Pity, What A Pity!

Now At Last I Know Why I Was Brought Here And What I Have To Do.

I Have Arranged My Little Life.

What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is Sometimes A Certain Caution, Sometimes Genuine, Though Ponderous, Childish, Sometimes A Mixture Of Both.

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.