There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face

The World Had Seen So Many Ages: The Age Of Enlightenment; Of Reformation; Of Reason. Now, At Last, The Age Of Desire. And After This, An End To Ages; An End, Perhaps, To Everything.

There’s No Conscious Thing On The Face Of The World That Doesn’t Know Dread More Intimately Than Its Own Heartbeat.

Life Is Short And Pleasures Few And Holed The Ship And Drowned The Crew But O! But O! How Very Blue The Sea Is.

..she Had That Brand Of Pragmatism That Would Find Her The First Brewing Tea After Armageddon.

The Sun Rose Like A Stripper, Keeping Its Glory Well Covered By Cloud Till It Seemed There'd Be No Show At All.