The Perpetual Hunger To Be Beautiful And

I Am Empty Of Everything. I Am Empty Of Everything But The Thin, Frail Ghosts In My Room.

Next Week, Or Next Month, Or Next Year I Will Kill Myself. But I Might As Well Last Out My Month's Rent, Which Has Been Paid Up.

And Then The Days Came When I Was Alone.

She Haunted Him, As An Ungenerous Action Haunts One.

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