The Clown May Be The Source Of

Moonlight, White Satin, Roses. A Bride.

The Invisible Is Only Another Unexplored Country, A Brave New World.

One Beast And Only One Howls In The Woods By Night.

They Were Connoisseurs Of Boredom. They Savoured The Various Bouquets Of The Subtly Differentiated Boredoms Which Rose From The Long, Wasted Hours At The Dead End Of Night.

Your Thin White Face, Chérie; He Said, As If He Saw It For The First Time. Your Thin White Face, With Its Promise Of Debauchery Only A Connoisseur Could Detect.