What Will I Do When I Can

Small Jerks Began To Appear In My Legs, My Walk Became Unsteady Precisely Because I Wanted It To Be Smooth.

The Whisper Of The Blood And The Pleading Of The Bone Marrow.

A Few Days Back Someone Sent Me Two Feathers. Two Bird's Feathers In A Sheet Of Note-paper With A Coronet, And Fastened With A Seal. Sent From A Place A Long Way Off; From One Who Need Not Have Sent Them Back At All. That Amused Me Too, Those Devilish Green Feathers.

Love Is Every Bit As Violent And Dangerous As Murder.

What If One Were Up There, Drifting About Among Suns And Feeling The Tails Of Comets Fan One's Forehead! How Small The Earth Was And How Puny The People; A Norway Of Two Million Provincial Souls And A Mortgage Bank To Help Feed Them! What Was Life Worth At Such A Rate? You Elbowed Yourself Ahead In The Sweat Of Your Face For A Few Mortal Years, Only To Perish All The Same, All The Same!