Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

Sleep Is When All The Unsorted Stuff Comes Flying Out As From A Dustbin Upset In A High Wind.

Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill Her Blood.

My Father Was Very Musical, And Music Plays Quite A Large Part In My Life.

How Can You Expect To Be Rescued If You Don’t Put First Things First And Act Proper?

The Beast Was Harmless And Horrible; And The News Must Reach The Others As Soon As Possible.