The Problem Is That The Right Doesn't

This Must Be What It Means To Be A Ghost, Being Certain That Life Exists, Because Your Four Senses Say So, And Yet Unable To See It.

...the Habit Of Falling Hardens The Body, Reaching The Ground, To In Itself, Is A Relief.

Words Were Not Given To Man In Order To Conceal His Thoughts.

Oh, I'm Not Just Going Too Far, I've Arrived.

Words Are Like That, They Deceive, They Pile Up, It Seems They Do Not Know Where To Go, And, Suddenly, Because Of Two Or Three Or Four That Suddenly Come Out, Simple In Themselves, A Personal Pronoun, An Adverb, An Adjective, We Have The Excitement Of Seeing Them Coming Irresistibly To The Surface Through The Skin And The Eyes And Upsetting The Composure Of Our Feelings, Sometimes The Nerves That Can Not Bear It Any Longer, They Put Up With A Great Deal, They Put Up With Everything, It Was As If They Were Wearing Armor, We Might Say.