He Had Discovered That People Who Allow

Yes, I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness, Sad As An Eagle Without Wings, Sad As A Violin With Only One String And That One Broken, Sad As A Woman Who Is Growing Old. Sad, Sad, Sad.

The Rumble Of The Life Outside Was Like The Sound Of The Sea Which Was Rising Gradually Around Her.

A Room Is, After All, A Place Where You Hide From The Wolves. That's All Any Room Is.

And What Does Anyone Know About Traitors, Or Why Judas Did What He Did?

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.