To Have News Value Is To Have

You Wonder What I Am Doing? Well, So Do I, In Truth. Days Seem To Dawn, Suns To Shine, Evenings To Follow, And Then I Sleep. What I Have Done, What I Am Doing, What I Am Going To Do, Puzzle And Bewilder Me. Have You Ever Been A Leaf And Fallen From Your Tree In Autumn And Been Really Puzzled About It? That’s The Feeling.

The Beduin Of The Desert, Born And Grown Up In It, Had Embraced With All His Sour This Nakedness Too Harsh For Volunteers, For The Reason, Felt But Inarticulate, That There He Found Himself Indubitably Free.

I Could Write For Hours On The Lustfulness Of Moving Swiftly.

The Literature Of Disease Is More Interesting To Me Than All The Healthy Books.

The Desert Was Held In A Crazed Communism By Which Nature And The Elements Were For The Free Use Of Every Known Friendly Person For His Own Purposes And No More.