Night Falls Fast. Today Is In The

The Englishman Foxtrots As He Fox-hunts, With All His Being, Through Thickets, Through Ditches, Over Hedges, Through Chiffons, Through Waiters, Over Saxophones, To The Victorious Finish; And Who Goes Home Depends On How Many The Ambulance Will Accommodate.

After All My Erstwhile Dear, My No Longer Cherished; Need We Say It Was Not Love, Just Because It Perished?

I Know, But I Do Not Approve. And I Am Not Resigned.

I Screamed, And--lo!--infinity Came Down And Settled Over Me

The Only People I Really Hate Are Servants. They're Not Really Human Beings At All.