I'm Sorry, But I Was Born With

I Was Playing Catch With The European Audience.

There Is A Grace Of Life Which Is Still Yours, My Dear Europe.

Fact Is Based Upon Vulgar Matter.

Were All Moving, Moving, Moving. Isnt It Nice?

My Life Has Been Given Its Orders: The Seasons Seize The Soul And The Body, And Make Mock Of Any Dispersed Effort. The Hour Of Death Is The Only Trespass