Probably In A Parallel Universe Not Far

This World, He Thinks, Contains Just One Masterpiece, And That Is Itself.

Act', Implores The Ghost Of Future Regret. 'i Shan't Give You Another Chance'. [and So Jacob Does] 'damned Fool,' Groans The Demon Of Present Regret. 'what Have You Done?

The Mind Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Shows Us Pictures. Pictures Of The Past And The Might-one-day-be. This Mind's Mind Exerts Its Own Will, Too, And Has Its Own Voice.

She Has To Lose Her Pre-copernican View Of A Universe Revolving Around Herself.

I Can Write Pretty Much Anywhere.