Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue

Explaining Something Makes It Go Away, So To Speak; What's Important Is Left After You Have Explained Everything Else.

God Knows, There's Enough To Worry About Without Worrying About Worrying About Things.

Mr Earbrass Stands On The Terrace At Twilight. It Is Bleak; It Is Cold; And The Virtue Has Gone Out Of Everything. Words Drift Through His Mind: Anguish Turnips Conjunctions Illness Defeat String Parties No Parties Urns Desuetude Disaffection Claws Loss Trebizond Napkins Shame Stones Distance Fever Antipodes Mush Glaciers Incoherence Labels Miasma Amputation Tides Deceit Mourning Elsewards.

I've Never Had Any Intentions About Anything. That's Why I Am Where I Am Today, Which Is Neither Here Nor There, In A Literal Sense.

The Helpful Thought For Which You Look Is Written Somewhere In A Book.