The Terror Drifted Over Georgetown Like The

The Terror Drifted Over Georgetown Like The Sun Over A Blind Mans Eyes

I Get Cassettes Near Academy Award Time Of Every Movie That's Made That Thinks It Has Some Kind Of Chance For A Nomination - That's When I Watch My Movies

We Mourn The Blossoms Of May Because They Are To Whither; But We Know That May Is One Day To Have Its Revenge Upon November, By The Revolution Of That Solemn Circle Which Never Stops - Which Teaches Us In Our Height Of Hope, Ever To Be Sober, And In Our Depth Of Desolation, Never To Despair.

I Didn't Read The Haunting Of Hill House Until Sometime Early In The 1990's.

But A Myth, To Speak Plainly, To Me Is Like A Menu In A Fancy French Restaurant: Glamorous, Complicated Camouflage For A Fact You Wouldn't Otherwise Swallow, Like Maybe Lima Beans.