I Have Made Love To Ten Thousand

It Was Night And I Could See A Large And Calm Lake, Reflecting The Moon. Black Mountains Rose Around It. I Arrived From Between Two Of These Mountains, I Looked At The Lake And The Moon, And That Was It, Nothing Else Happened.

Madame....gloatingly Savored Her Words As Earlier She Had Savored Her Pig's Trotter.

I Write Fast, Because I Have Not The Brains To Write Slow.

One Of Them, For Example, Which Will Probably Haunt Me More Than Any Other Is The Problem Of Communication.

The Lake And The Mountains Have Become My Landscape, My Real World.