I Don't Want To Die. Damn Death.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.

In Woman's Womb Word Is Made Flesh But In The Spirit Of The Maker All Flesh That Passes Becomes The Word That Shall Not Pass Away. This Is The Postcreation.

Signatures Of All Things I Am Here To Read.

Civilization May Be Said Indeed To Be The Creation Of Its Outlaws.

I Shall Write A Book Some Day About The Appropriateness Of Names. Geoffrey Chaucer Has A Ribald Ring, As Is Proper And Correct, And Alexander Pope Was Inevitably Alexander Pope. Colley Cibber Was A Silly Little Man Without Much Elegance And Shelley Was Very Percy And Very Bysshe.