Life Is Struggle And Sleep.

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

Scholarship Can Find Little To Say About The Obvious.

The Ugly Can Achieve An Absoluteness Beyond The Reach Of Beauty.

Thank God For The Passing Of The Discomforts And Vile Cuisine Of The Age Of Chivalry!

A Small Boy Puts His Hand On The Wall, And Looks Down Intently As He Wriggles His Toes. The Birth Of Thought?