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Writing Is Its Own Reward.

Human Beings Make A Strange Fauna And Flora. From A Distance They Appear Negligible; Close Up They Are Apt To Appear Ugly And Malicious. More Than Anything They Need To Be Surrounded With Sufficient Space―space Even More Than Time.

The Essential Thing Is To Want To Sing. This Then Is A Song. I Am Singing.

Every Man With A Bellyful Of The Classics Is An Enemy To The Human Race.

Once You Have Given Up The Ghost, Everything Follows With Dead Certainty, Even In The Midst Of Chaos.