I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very

The Last Faint Spark In The Self-murdered Heart, The Wounds Of The Sad Uncomprehending Dark, The Wounds Of The Baited Bear,-- The Blind And Weeping Bear Whom The Keepers Beat On His Helpless Flesh . . . The Tears Of The Hunted Hare.

It Is Hardly Respectable To Be Good Nowadays.

Your Soul: Pure Glucose Edged With Hints Of Tentative And Half-soiled Tints

I Wouldn't Dream Of Following A Fashion... How Could One Be A Different Person Every Three Months?

I'm Dying, But Otherwise I'm In Very Good Health.