But Now It Was Spring Again, And

But Now It Was Spring Again, And Spring Was Almost Unbearable For Sensitive Hearts. It Drove Creation To Its Utmost Limits, It Wafted Its Spice-laden Breath Even Into The Nostrils Of The Innocent.

Were I More Conversant With Literature And Its Great Names, I Could Go On Quoting Them Ad Infinitum And Acknowledge My Debt For The Merit You Have Been Generous Enough To Find In My Work

No Worse Fate Can Befall A Young Man Or Woman Than Becoming Prematurely Entrenched In Prudence And Negation.

Do You Know What Constitutes A Great Poet? He Is A Person Without Shame, Incapable Of Blushing. Ordinary Fools Have Moments When They Go Off By Themselves And Blush With Shame; Not So The Great Poet.... If You Really Have To Quote Someone, Quote A Geographer; That Way You Won't Give Yourself Away. (p 44)

I Suffered No Pain, My Hunger Had Taken The Edge Off; Instead I Felt Pleasantly Empty, Untouched By Everything Around Me And Happy To Be Unseen By All. I Put My Legs Up On The Bench And Leaned Back, The Best Way To Feel The True Well-being Of Seclusion. There Wasn't A Cloud In My Mind, Nor Did I Feel Any Discomfort, And I Hadn't A Single Unfulfilled Desire Or Craving As Far As My Thought Could Reach. I Lay With Open Eyes In A State Of Utter Absence From Myself And Felt Deliciously Out Of It.