...but The Enchantment Of Error That You

If A Man Loved Me, I Would Have Talked Myself Into Loving Him, And I Would Have Loved Him Very Deeply After A While.

I Am No King, And I Am No Lord, And I Am No Soldier At-arms," Said He. "i'm None But A Harper, And A Very Poor Harper, That Am Come Hither To Wed With Ye." "if You Were A Lord, You Should Be My Lord, And The Same If You Were A Thief," Said She. "and If You Are A Harper, You Shall Be My Harper, For It Makes No Matter To Me, To Me, For It Makes No Matter To Me." "but What If It Prove That I Am No Harper? That I Lied For Your Love Most Monstrously?" "why, Then I'll Teach You To Play And Sing, For I Dearly Love A Good Harp," Said She.

But I Still Feel I Waste A Lot Of Time Leaning On My Elbow And Thinking To Myself, 'alright Sucker, Now What?'

For A Moment She Turned In A Circle, Staring At Her Hands, Which She Held High And Useless, Close To Her Breast. She Bobbed And Shambled Like An Ape Doing A Trick, And Her Face Was The Silly, Bewildered Face Of A Joker's Victim. And Yet She Could Make No Move That Was Not Beautiful. Her Trapped Terror Was More Lovely Than Any Joy That Molly Had Ever Seen, And That Was The Most Terrible Thing About It.

The Unicorn Lived In A Lilac Wood, And She Lived All Alone. She Was Very Old, Though She Did Not Know It, And She Was No Longer The Careless Color Of Sea Foam But Rather The Color Of Snow Falling On A Moonlit Night. But Her Eyes Were Still Clear And Unwearied, And She Still Moved Like A Shadow On The Sea.