Life Has A Practice Of Living You,

Death: The Anaesthetic From Which None Come Round.

Joy Is For The Simple Or The Great To Feel, Neither Of Which We Are.

Saki Says That Youth Is Like Hors D'oeuvres: You Are So Busy Thinking Of The Next Courses You Don't Notice It. When You've Had Them, You Wish You'd Had More Hors D'oeuvres.

Beneath It All, Desire Of Oblivion Runs: Despite The Artful Tensions Of The Calendar, The Life Insurance, The Tabled Fertility Rites, The Costly Aversion Of The Eyes From Death- Beneath It All, Desire Of Oblivion Runs.

But O, Photography! As No Art Is, Faithful And Disappointing!