One Could Not Stay A Month Without

The Indian Summer Of Life Should Be A Little Sunny And A Little Sad, Like The Season, And Infinite In Wealth And Depth Of Tone, But Never Hustled.

The First Serious Consciousness Of Nature's Gesture - Her Attitude Towards Life-took Form Then As A Phantasm, A Nightmare, All Insanity Of Force. For The First Time, The Stage-scenery Of The Senses Collapsed; The Human Mind Felt Itself Stripped Naked, Vibrating In A Void Of Shapeless Energies, With Resistless Mass, Colliding, Crushing, Wasting, And Destroying What These Same Energies Had Created And Labored From Eternity To Perfect.

From Earliest Childhood The Boy Was Accustomed To Feel That, For Him, Life Was Double. Winter And Summer, Town And Country, Law And Liberty, Were Hostile, And The Man Who Pretended They Were Not, Was In His Eyes A Schoolmaster -- That Is, A Man Employed To Tell Lies To Little Boys.

One Could Not Stay A Month Without Loving The Shabby Town

The Effect Of Power And Publicity On All Men Is The Aggravation Of Self, A Sort Of Tumor That Ends By Killing The Victim's Sympathies.