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What Was God Doing With Himself Before The Creation?

We Have Time To Grow Old. The Air Is Full Of Our Cries. But Habit Is A Great Deadener.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

It Was Long Since I Had Longed For Anything And The Effect On Me Was Horrible.

For In Me There Have Always Been Two Fools, Among Others, One Asking Nothing Better Than To Stay Where He Is And The Other Imagining That Life Might Be Slightly Less Horrible A Little Further On.