And This Is The Final Meaning Of

Sleep Is Still Most Perfect, In Spite Of Hygienists, When It Is Shared With A Beloved.

In America The Cohesion Was A Matter Of Choice And Will. But In Europe It Was Organic.

Tragedy Ought Really To Be A Great Kick At Misery.

Sometimes Snakes Can’t Slough. They Can’t Burst Their Old Skin. Then They Go Sick And Die Inside The Old Skin, And Nobody Ever Sees The New Pattern. It Needs A Real Desperate Recklessness To Burst Your Old Skin At Last. You Simply Don’t Care What Happens To You, If You Rip Yourself In Two, So Long As You Do Get Out.

There Are Vast Realms Of Consciousness Still Undreamed Of -vast Ranges Of Experience, Like Humming Of Unseen Harps, We Know Nothing Of, Within Us.