The Saluki Is A Marvel Of Elegance.

That Pathetic Short-cut Suggested By Nature The Supreme Joker As A Remedy For Our Loneliness, That Ephemeral Communion Which We Persuade Ourselves To Be Of The Spirit When It Is In Fact Only Of The Body - Durable Not Even In Memory!

Click, Clack, Click, Clack, Went Their Conversation, Like So Many Knitting-needles, Purl, Plain, Purl, Plain, Achieving A Complex Pattern Of References, Cross-references, Christian Names, Nicknames, And Fleeting Allusions.

However Many Resolutions One Makes, One's Pen, Like Water, Always Finds Its Own Level, And One Can't Write In Any Way Other Than One's Own.

I Worshipped Dead Men For Their Strength, Forgetting I Was Strong.

I Cannot Bear That You / Should Think Me Faithful, When I Am Untrue.