Write In Recollection And Amazement For Yourself.

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

You Were My Last Chance' She's Said But Don't All Women Say That? - But Can It Be By 'last Chance' She Doesn't Mean Mere Marriage But Some Profoundly Sad Realization Of Something In Me She Really Needs To Go On Living, At Least That Impression Coming Across Anyway On The Force Of All The Gloom We've Shared -

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

I Was A Man Of The Earth, Precisely As I Had Dreamed I Would Be.

Things Are So Hard To Figure Out When You Live From Day To Day In This Feverish And Silly World.