As To The Rest, I Am No

By God, I Could Make Myself Bring Her That Economically Halved Grapefruit, That Sugarless Breakfast.

We Loved Each Other With A Premature Love, Marked By A Fierceness That So Often Destroys Adult Lives.

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

The Social Or Economic Structure Of The Ideal State Is Of Little Concern To Me. My Desires Are Modest. Portraits Of The Head Of The Government Should Not Exceed A Postage Stamp In Size. No Torture And No Executions. No Music, Except Coming Through Earphones, Or Played In Theaters. Freedom Of Speech, Freedom Of Thought, Freedom Of Art.

Between The Age Limits Of Nine And Fourteen There Occur Maidens Who, To Certain Bewitched Travelers, Twice Or Many Times Older Than They, Reveal Their True Nature Which Is Not Human, But Nymphic (that Is, Demoniac); And These Chosen Creatures I Propose To Designate As Nymphets.