They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks,

Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.

As It Was In The Beginning, ... Is Now, And Ever Shall Be, World Without End.

The Perpetual Hunger To Be Beautiful And That Thirst To Be Loved Which Is The Real Curse Of Eve.

I Have Arranged My Little Life.