The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

Concurring Hands Divide Flax For Damask That When Bleached By Irish Weather Has The Silvered Chamois-leather Water-tightness Of A Skin.

The Enslaver Is Enslaved, The Hater, Harmed.

Yule—yul Log For The Christmas-fire Tale-spinner—of Fairy Tales That Can Come True: Yul Brynner.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.