The Elephant, The Huge Old Beast, Is

But Better Die Than Live Mechanically A Life That Is A Repetition Of Repetitions.

[hawthorne''s] Pious Blame Is A Chuckle Of Praise All The While.

I Would Like [the Working Man] To Give Me Back Books And Newspapers And Theories. And I Would Like To Give Him Back, In Return, His Old Insouciance, And Rich, Original Spontaneity And Fullness Of Life.

The Elephant, The Huge Old Beast, Is Slow To Mate

The Grim Frost Is At Hand, When Apples Will Fall Thick, Almost Thunderous, On The Hardened Earth.