Survival Is Your Strength Not Your Shame.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

Uncorseted, Her Friendly Bust Gives Promise Of Pneumatic Bliss.

The End Of All Our Exploring Will Be To Arrive Where We Started.

In Spite Of All The Dishonour, The Broken Standards, The Broken Lives, The Broken Faith In One Place Or Another, There Was Something Left That Was More Than The Tales Of Old Men On Winter Evenings.

Should I, After Tea And Cakes And Ices, Have The Strength To Force The Moment To Its Crisis?