The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.

There Are Moments When You Feel Free, Moments When You Have Energy, Moments When You Have Hope, But You Can't Rely On Any Of These Things To See You Through. Circumstances Do That.

And Without Understanding, Could Each Properly Love The Other?

Satire Is Dependent On Strong Beliefs, And On Strong Beliefs Wounded.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.