Tomorrow, The Birds Will Sing. Be Brave.

Quebec From The Boat Looked Like The Ramparts Where Hamlet's Ghost Might Have Walked.

I Have Many Problems In My Life. But My Leaps Don`t Know That. They Always Smile

I'm An Old Sinner. Nothing Shocks Me.

Where Words Leave Off, Gesture Begins. Don't We Speak Of A Person Being Speechless With Rage, Dancing With Impatience, Setting His Teeth? The Final Motions Of The Soul Are Speechless, Animal, Grotesque, Or Of An Incomparable Beauty.

This Is A Story Of A Period Between Two World Wars - An Interim In Which Insanity Cut Loose. Liberty Took A Nose Dive, And Humanity Was Kicked Around Somewhat.