Love Is Not A Condition Of The

Sex Is One's Consolation When Love Is Not Enough

Wherever They Might Be They Always Remember That The Past Was A Lie, That Memory Has No Return, That Every Spring Gone By Could Never Be Recovered, And That The Wildest And Most Tenacious Love Was An Ephemeral Truth In The End.

His Place Was Always Set At The Table, In Case He Rturned From The Dead Without Warning .

We'll Grow Old Waiting.

There Had Never Been A Death So Foretold.