There's Man All Over For You, Blaming

There Are Two Moments Worthwhile In Writing, The One When You Start And The Other When You Throw It In The Waste-paper Basket.

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.

Light Black. From Pole To Pole.

Habit Is A Great Deadener.