Here Was A Flower (the Daisy Reflected)

Writers Tend To Consider Distinction And Originality As Virtues, But They Are Anathema To Publishers.

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.

All Children... Feel A Demonic Sympathy With Those Things That Cause Disorder In The Grown-up World.

Though Opposition Is A Hopeless Task, Acquiescence Would Be Worse.

Here Was A Flower (the Daisy Reflected) Strangely Like Itself And Yet Utterly Unlike Itself Too. Such A Paradox Has Often Been The Basis For The Most Impassioned Love.