Painting And Music Were The Only Things

Cats Are Possessed Of A Shy, Retiring Nature, Cajoling, Haughty, And Capricious, Difficult To Fathom. They Reveal Themselves Only To Certain Favored Individuals, And Are Repelled By The Faintest Suggestion Of Insult Or Even By The Most Trifling Deception.

The Moon Of A Bright Silver, Which Dazzles By Its Shining, Illumines A World Which Surely Is No Longer Ours; For It Resembles In Nothing What May Be Seen In Other Lands.

I Am Sure That The Sad Days And Happenings Were Rare, And That I Lived The Joyous And Careless Life Of Other Children; But Just Because The Happy Days Were So Habitual To Me They Made No Impression Upon My Mind, And I Can No Longer Recall Them.

I Recall Feeling An Almost Delicious Terror When One Day I Found Myself Alone In The Midst Of Tall June Grasses That Grew High As My Head. But Here The Secret Working Of Self Consciousness Is Almost Too Entangled With The Things Of The Past For Me To Explain It.

It Seems To Me That It Will Be Very Wearisome To Be A Man.