When Young I Did My Best To

Charity Has Always Been A Expression Of The Guilty Consciences Of A Ruling Class.

How Boring These Emotions Are That We're Caught In And Can't Get Free Of, No Matter How Much We Want To.

I Was Filled With Such A Dangerous Delicious Intoxication That I Could Have Walked Straight Off The Steps Into The Air, Climbing On The Strength Of My Own Drunkeness Into The Stars. And The Intoxication, As I Knew Even Then, Was The Recklessness Of Infinite Possibility.

Anna Was Saying To Herself: Why Do I Always Have This Awful Need To Make Other People See Things As I Do? It's Childish, Why Should They? What It Amounts To Is That I'm Scared Of Being Alone In What I Feel.

What Of October, That Ambiguous Month, The Month Of Tension, The Unendurable Month?