The Canadian Voice Is Still Too Rustic.

All That Matters Is That The Thing Be The Thing Of The Thing.

One Loves Only Form, And Form Only Comes Into Existence When The Thing Is Born.

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass

An American Is A Complex Of Occasions, Themselves A Geometry Of Spatial Nature.

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.