Global Warming Is More Of A Blessing

When You’re Young You Prefer The Vulgar Months, The Fullness Of The Seasons. As You Grow Older You Learn To Like The In-between Times, The Months That Can’t Make Up Their Minds. Perhaps It’s A Way Of Admitting That Things Can’t Ever Bear The Same Certainty Again.

You Can Put It Another Way, Of Course; You Always Can.

But Then You Begin To Understand That The Reward Of Merit Is Not Life’s Business.

What Happiness Is There In Just The Memory Of Happiness?

The Ways In Which A Book, Once Read, Stays (and Changes) In The Reader's Mind Are Unpredictable.