Everyone Should Be Forcibly Transplanted To Another

I Listen To Money Singing, It's Like Looking Down From Long French Windows At A Provincial Town. The Slums, The Canal, The Churches Ornate And Mad In The Evening Sun. It Is Intensely Sad.

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

I Don't Think I Write Well - Just Better Than Anyone Else.

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.