My Room For Books And Study Or

Strange Things Blow In Through My Window On The Wings Of The Night Wind And I Don't Worry About My Destiny.

I Have Become Infected, Now That I See How Beautifully A Book Is Coming Out Of All This.

Sometime They'll Give A War And Nobody Will Come.

I Can Remember Only A Few Of The Strange And Curious Words Now Dead But Living And Spoken By The English People A Thousand Years Ago.

Hog Butcher For The World, Tool Maker, Stacker Of Wheat, Player With Railroads And The Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, Husky, Brawling, City Of Big Shoulders.