Scenery Is Fine - But Human Nature

In A Drear-nighted December, Too Happy, Happy Tree, Thy Branches Ne'er Remember Their Green Felicity.

Talking Of Pleasure, This Moment I Was Writing With One Hand, And With The Other Holding To My Mouth A Nectarine - How Good How Fine. It Went Down All Pulpy, Slushy, Oozy, All Its Delicious Embonpoint Melted Down My Throat Like A Large, Beatified Strawberry.

The Imagination May Be Compared To Adam's Dream-he Awoke And Found It Truth.

I Will Imagine You Venus Tonight And Pray, Pray, Pray To Your Star Like A Heathen.

Love Is My Religion - I Could Die For It.