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Now, Here Is The Point About The Self: It Is Insatiable. It Is Always, Always Hankering. It Is What You Might Call Rapacious To A Fault. The Great Flaming Mouth To The Thing Is Never In This World Going To Be Stuff Full.

Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

Naked Girls With The Heads Of Marx And Malraux Prone And Helpless In The Glare Of The Headlights, Tried To Give Them A Little Joie De Vivre But Maybe It Didn't Take, Their Constant Bickering And Smallness, It's Like A Stroke Of Lightning, The World Reminds You Of Its Power, Tracheotomies Right And Left, I Am Spinning, My Pretty Child, Don't Scratch, Pick Up Your Feet, The Long Nights, Spent Most Of My Time Listening, This Is A Test Of The System, This Is Only A Test.

It Is Difficult To Keep The Public Interested. The Public Demands New Wonders Piled On New Wonders. Often We Don't Know Where Our Next Marvel Is Coming From. The Supply Of Strange Ideas Is Not Endless.

Will You Be Wanting To Contest The Divorce?" I Asked Mrs. Davis. "i Should Think Not," She Said Calmly, "although I Suppose On Of Us Should, For The Fun Of The Thing. An Uncontested Divorce Always Seems To Me Contrary To The Spirit Of Divorce.