How Glorious It Is - And Also

The Heart That Once Has Been Your Shrine For Other Loves Is Too Divine

Look At The Sun! It’s Dry, It’s Dead, It Needs A Drink, It Wants Blood! And I’ll Give It Blood!

I Deeply Wished I Could Make The Stars All Come Down And Breathe Them; Disappear In Them

It Is Easy To Promise, And Alas! How Easy To Forget!

The Apartments Of The Rich Are Cabinets Of Curiosities: A Conglomeration Of Classical Antiquity, Gothic, Renaissance; Louis Xiii... Something From Every Century But Our Own, A Predicament That Has Arisen In No Other Period... So That We Seem To Be Subsisting On The Ruins Of The Past, As If The End Of The World Were Near.