Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But

Is This The Final Treachery Of Time, That The Old Become A Burden Upon The Young?

I Would, If I Could, Always Feed To Music. The Singularly Graceless Action Of Thus Filling One's Body With Roots And Dead Animals And Powdered Grain Is Given Some Significance Then. One Can Perform As A Ritual What One Is Shamed To Do As A Utilitarian Action.

I Like A Bit Of Color Myself, I Must Say. At My Time Of Life, If You Wear Nothing But Black, People Might Think You Were Too Mean To Change Frocks Between Funerals.

What A Strange Distance There Is Between Ill People And Well Ones.

A Sense Of Humor Is So Handy, Isn't It? It Lets You See Both Sides Of A Question So That You Never Need Do Anything.