Now At Last I Know Why I

There Is Always The Other Side, Always.

Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions About Herself Or She Would Not Be Able To Go On Living.

I Think That The Desire To Be Cruel And To Hurt (with Words Because Any Other Way Might Be Dangerous To Ourself) Is Part Of Human Nature. Parties Are Battles (most Parties), A Conversation Is A Duel (often). Everybody's Trying To Hurt First, To Get In The Dig That Will Make Him Or Her Feel Superior, Feel Triumph.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.

The Last Time You Were Happy About Nothing; The First Time You Were Afraid About Nothing. Which Came First?