Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave

There Is No Life Higher Than The Grasstops

I Laid My Face To The Smooth Face Of The Marble And Howled My Loss Into The Cold Salt Rain.

Tonight I Am Ugly. I Have Lost All Faith In My Ability To Attract Males, And In The Female Animal That Is A Rather Pathetic Malady . . . I Don't Care About Anyone, And The Feeling Is Quite Obviously Mutual. What Is It That Makes One Attract Others?

My Life Is A Discipline, A Prison: I Live For My Own Work, Without Which I Am Nothing.

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.