I Am A Sundial, And I Make

I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?" Heart Replied: "right As A Ribstone Pippin!" But It Lied.

Such Are The Mass Of The Supporters Of Either Party. They Derive Their Political Opinions Originally From Some Family Tradition Or Some Fanciful Preference, But They Back Them With All The Passion Of Sportsmen. In A Vague Subconscious Way They Know It Is A Game, But They Happen To Enjoy Playing The Game.

How Slow The Shadow Creeps: But When 'tis Past How Fast The Shadows Fall. How Fast! How Fast!

Before The Curse Of Statistics Fell Upon Mankind We Lived A Happy, Innocent Life, Full Of Merriment And Go And Informed By Fairly Good Judgment.

When Friendship Disappears Then There Is A Space Left Open To That Awful Loneliness Of The Outside World Which Is Like The Cold Space Between The Planets. It Is An Air In Which Men Perish Utterly.