It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

Sometimes People Damage Paintings Or Sculpture Because They Love It. They Throw Their Arms Around A Statue In A Fit Of Hysterical Passion And It Falls Over.

Festina Lente (hurry In Slowly)

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

It's Funny; In This Era Of E-mail And Voice Mail And All Those Things That Even I Did Not Grow Up With, A Plain Old Paper Letter Takes On Amazing Intimacy.