All Stories, If Continued Far Enough, End

In The Morning There Was A Big Wind Blowing And The Waves Were Running High Up On The Beach And He Was Awake A Long Time Before He Remembered That His Heart Was Broken.

Most People Never Listen.

She Is Kind And Very Beautiful. But She Can Be So Cruel And It Comes So Suddenly And Such Birds That Fly, Dipping And Hunting, With Their Small Sad Voices Are Made Too Delicately For The Sea.

That Every Day Should Be A Fiesta Seemed To Me A Wonderful Discovery.

There Are Many Who Do Not Know They Are Fascists But Will Find It Out When The Time Comes.