You See, She Had Absolutely Nowhere Else

It Is Hard, I Submit, To Loathe Bloodshed, Including War, More Than I Do, But It Is Still Harder To Exceed My Loathing Of The Very Nature Of Totalitarian States In Which Massacre Is Only An Administrative Detail.

Some Might Think That The Creativity, Imagination, And Flights Of Fancy That Give My Life Meaning Are Insanity.

In Reading, One Should Notice And Fondle Details.

The Summer Night Was Starless And Stirless, With Distant Spasms Of Silent Lightning.

Our Best Yesterdays Are Now Foul Piles Of Crumpled Names.