I'm Not A Great Deep Political Thinker.

I Am, Emphatically. Mental Illness Triggered By Xperimental Error.

Maybe Then You Comprehend, Speaking One Language Only Is A Prison!

Three Or Four Times Only In My Youth Did I Glimpse The Joyous Isles, Before They Were Lost To Fogs, Depressions, Cold Fronts, Ill Winds, And Contrary Tides... I Mistook Them For Adulthood. Assuming They Were A Fixed Feature In My Life's Voyage, I Neglected To Record Their Latitude, Their Longitude, Their Approach. Young Ruddy Fool. What Wouldn't I Give Now For A Never-changing Map Of The Ever-constant Ineffable? To Possess, As It Were, An Atlas Of Clouds.

There Are So Many Cities In Every Single City.

Whoever Opined "money Can't Buy You Happiness" Obviously Had Far Too Much Of The Stuff.