The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into

Better Pass Boldly Into That Other World, In The Full Glory Of Some Passion, Than Fade And Wither Dismally With Age.

My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

Interpretations Of Interpretations Interpreted.

Stately, Plump Buck Mulligan Came From The Stairhead, Bearing A Bowl Of Lather On Which A Mirror And A Razor Lay Crossed.