Moonlight, White Satin, Roses. A Bride.

One Day, Annabel Saw The Sun And Moon In The Sky At The Same Time. The Sight Filled Her With A Terror Which Entirely Consumed Her And Did Not Leave Her Until The Night Closed In Catastrophe For She Had No Instinct For Self-preservation If She Was Confronted By Ambiguities.

Nostalgia, The Vice Of The Aged. We Watch So Many Old Movies Our Memories Come In Monochrome.

Reciprocity Of Sensation Is Not Possible Because To Share Is To Be Robbed.

In The Mythic Schema Of All Relations Between Men And Women, Man Proposes, And Woman Is Disposed Of.

I Think The Adjective Post-modernist Really Means Mannerist. Books About Books Is Fun But Frivolous.