You Won’t Arrive. It Is An Endless

It Is No Use. I Find It Impossible To Work With Security Staring Me In The Face.

The Writer, An Old Man With A White Moustache, Had Some Difficulty Getting Into Bed.

When A Job Is To Be Done There's No Use Putting It Off.

On The Trees Are Only A Few Gnarled Apples That The Pickers Have Rejected. They Look Like The Knuckles Of Doctor Reefy's Hands. One Nibbles At Them And They Are Delicious. Into A Little Round Place At The Side Of The Apple Has Been Gathered All Its Sweetness. One Runs From Tree To Tree Over The Frosted Ground Picking The Gnarled, Twisted Apples And Filling His Pockets With Them. Only The Few Know The Sweetness Of The Twisted Apples.

I Go About Looking At Horses And Cattle. They Eat Grass, Make Love, Work When They Have To, Bear Their Young. I Am Sick With Envy Of Them.