This Is What I Like, Sitting At

My Imagination Functions Much Better When I Don't Have To Speak To People.

The Conversation Seemed Just As Boring And Forgettable As Details Of American History Around 1805, For Example.

But There Was Not A Moment When She Did Not See Carol In Her Mind, And All She Saw, She Seemed To See Through Carol. That Evening, The Dark Flat Streets Of New York, The Tomorrow Of Work, The Milk Bottle Dropped And Broken In Her Sink, Became Unimportant. She Flung Herself On Her Bed And Drew A Line With A Pencil On A Piece Of Paper. And Another Line, Carefully, And Another. A World Was Born Around Her, Like A Bright Forest With A Million Shimmering Leaves.

Anticipation! It Occurred To Him That His Anticipation Was More Pleasant To Him Than The Experiencing.

The Justice I Have Received, I Shall Give Back.