The Bearings Of This Observation Lays In

The Beating Of My Heart Was So Violent And Wild That I Felt As If My Life Were Breaking From Me.

The Cramped Monotony Of My Existence Grinds Me Away By The Grain.

You Have Been The Last Dream Of My Soul.

... Take Another Glass Of Wine, And Excuse My Mentioning That Society As A Body Does Not Expect One To Be So Strictly Conscientious In Emptying One's Glass, As To Turn It Bottom Upwards With The Rim On One's Nose.

She Had Curiously Thoughtful And Attentive Eyes; Eyes That Were Very Pretty And Very Good.