The Rumble Of The Life Outside Was

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

After All This, What Happened? What Happened Was That, As Soon As I Had The Slightest Chance Of A Place To Hide In, I Crept Into It And Hid. Well, Sometimes It's A Fine Day Isn't It? Sometimes The Skies Are Blue. Sometimes The Air Is Light, Easy To Breathe. And There Is Always Tomorrow.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.