Mount And Begone. The World Awaits You.

Years On End, And Swords On End - Where Will It End, If Our Ears Unbend - What Shall I Spend On A Wrinkled Friend In A Pair Of Tights Like A Bunch Of Lights?

In The Presence Of Real Tragedy You Feel Neither Pain Nor Joy Nor Hatred, Only A Sense Of Enormous Space And Time Suspended, The Great Doors Open To Black Eternity, The Rising Across The Terrible Field Of That Last Enormous, Unanswerable Question.

Mount And Begone. The World Awaits You.

Yet Not With All Of Me Am I In Love. Too Much Of My Own Quietness Is With Me.

I Want A Lot To Eat, I'm Going To Think Today.