When You Are In It Up To

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory. Like The Images The Photographer Plunges Into A Golden Bath, Our Sentiments Take On Color; And Only Then, After That Recoil And That Trans-figuration, Do We Understand Their Real Meaning And Enjoy Them In All Their Tranquil Splendor.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.

Let Us Lose None Of Their Humble Words, Let Us Note Their Slightest Gestures, And Tell Me, Tell Me That We Will Think Of Them Together, Now And Later, When We Realise The Misery Of The Times And The Magnitude Of Their Sacrifice.

No Doubt About It: Error Is The Rule, Truth Is The Accident Of Error.