Suffering Is The Main Condition Of The

Words Fail, There Are Times When Even They Fail.

I Knew It Would Soon Be The End, So I Played The Part, You Know, The Part Of — How Shall I Say, I Don’t Know.

Hold The Old Holding Hand. Hold And Be Held. Plod On And Never Recede. Slowly With Never A Pause Plod On And Never Recede.

We Always Find Something, Eh Didi, To Let Us Think We Exist?

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.