Words Are The Supreme Objects. They Are

The Body Of Our Saviour Shat But Our Saviour Shat Not.

Words Are The Supreme Objects. They Are Minded Things.

The Things That Stayed Were Things That Didn't Matter Except They Stayed, Night And Day, All Seasons The Same, And Were Peaceful To A Fault And Boded No Ill But Thought Well Enough Of Themselves To Repeat Their Presences.

For The Speedy Reader Paragraphs Become A Country The Eye Flies Over Looking For Landmarks, Reference Points, Airports, Restrooms, Passages Of Sex.

What Else Is Soul But A Listener?