The Train Came Out Of The Long

A Secret, If It's Kept, Can Be Sweet And Comforting, But Once It Leaks Out It Can Turn On You With A Vengeance.

But A Haiku By Buson Came Into His Mind: 'i Try To Forget This Senile Love; A Chilly Autumn Shower.' The Gloom Only Grew Denser.

I Suppose Even A Woman's Hatred Is A Kind Of Love.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

I Wonder What The Retirement Age Is In The Novel Business. The Day You Die.