You Can Still Die When The Sun

In The Particular Is Contained The Universal.

Tenors Get Women By The Score.

He Was Unheeded, Happy, And Near To The Wild Heart Of Life

The Swift December Dusk Had Come Tumbling Clownishly After Its Dull Day And, As He Stared Through The Dull Square Of The Window Of The Schoolroom, He Felt His Belly Crave For Its Food. He Hoped There Would Be Stew For Dinner, Turnips And Carrots And Bruised Potatoes And Fat Mutton Pieces To Be Ladled Out In Thick Peppered Flourfattened Sauce. Stuff It Into You, His Belly Counselled Him.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.