This Is A World Of Action, And

Papa, Potatoes, Poultry, Prunes And Prism, Are All Very Good Words For The Lips.

I Only Ask To Be Free. The Butterflies Are Free.

My Life Is One Demd Horrid Grind.

Change Begets Change.

It Was Very Dark; But In The Murky Sky There Were Masses Of Cloud Which Shone With A Lurid Light, Like Monstrous Heaps Of Copper That Had Been Heated In A Furnace, And Were Growing Cold.