Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be

Life Is The Farce Which Everyone Has To Perform.

-but I've Just Noticed That My Mind Is Asleep.

The Wolf Howled Under The Leaves And Spit Out The Prettiest Feathers Of His Meal Of Fowl: Like Him I Consume Myself.

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.

I Am Alone In Possessing A Key To This Barbarous Sideshow.