And Immediately Rather Than Words Comes The

To Start At A New Place Is Always To Feel Incompetent & Unwanted.

On Me Your Voice Falls As They Say Love Should, Like An Enormous Yes.

The Trees Are Coming Into Leaf Like Something Almost Being Said.

Seriously, I Think It Is A Grave Fault In Life That So Much Time Is Wasted In Social Matters, Because It Not Only Takes Up Time When You Might Be Doing Individual Private Things, But It Prevents You Storing Up The Psychic Energy That Can Then Be Released To Create Art Or Whatever It Is. It's Terrible The Way We Scotch Silence & Solitude At Every Turn, Quite Suicidal. I Can't See How To Avoid It, Without Being Very Rich Or Very Unpopular, & It Does Worry Me, For Time Is Slipping By , And Nothing Is Done. It Isn't As If Anything Was Gained By This Social Frivolity, It Isn't: It's Just A Waste.

A Good Meal Can Somewhat Repair / The Eatings Of Slight Love