The Truth Is That Every True Admirer

That's All Life Is - Something Childish And Very Natural. Isn't It?

I Am Poor - Obscure - Just Eighteen Years Of Age - With A Rapacious Appetite For Everything And Principles As Light As My Purse.

September Is Different From All Other Months. It Is More Magical. I Feel The Strange Chemical Change In The Earth Which Produces Mushrooms Is The Cause, Too, Of The Extra 'life' In The Air - A Resilience, A Sparkle.

I Am A Recluse At Present & Do Nothing But Write & Read & Read & Write

There Is No Feeling To Be Compared With The Feeling Of Having Written And Finished A Story.