A Woman Who Gives Any Advantage To

Between Two Worlds Life Hovers Like A Star, Twixt Night And Morn, Upon The Horizon's Verge.

You Gave Me The Key To Your Heart, My Love, Then Why Did You Make Me Knock?

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

Despair And Genius Are Too Oft Connected