Half A Calamity Is Better Than A

As Long As The Arabs Fight Tribe Against Tribe, So Long Will They Be A Little People, A Silly People, Greedy, Barbarous And Cruel.

Yet When We Achieved, And The New World Dawned, The Old Men Came Out Again And Took Our Victory To Remake It In The Likeness Of The Former World They Knew. Youth Could Win, But Had Not Learned To Keep: And Was Pitiably Weak Against Age. We Stammered That We Had Worked For A New Heaven And A New Earth, And They Thanked Us Kindly And Made Their Peace.

He Was Old And Wise, Which Meant Tired And Disappointed.

I Could Write For Hours On The Lustfulness Of Moving Swiftly.

I Had Dropped One Form And Not Taken On The Other, And Was Become Like Mohammed's Coffin In Our Legend, With A Resultant Feeling Of Intense Loneliness In Life, And A Contempt, Not For Other Men, But For All They Do.