Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's

Against The Charitable Gesture There Is No Defence.

We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

All Life Long, The Same Questions, The Same Answers.

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

Success And Failure On The Public Level Never Mattered Much To Me, In Fact I Feel More At Home With The Latter, Having Breathed Deep Of Its Vivifying Air All My Writing Life Up To The Last Couple Of Years.