How, Unless You Drink As I Do,

How Alike Are The Groans Of Love To Those Of The Dying.

Good God, If Our Civilization Were To Sober Up For A Couple Of Days It'd Die Of Remorse On The Third.

I Like Prefaces. I Read Them. Sometimes I Do Not Read Any Further.

The Movements Of Some More Little Red Birds In The Garden, Like Animated Rosebuds, Appeared Unbearably Jittery And Thievish. It Was As Though The Creatures Were Attached By Sensitive Wires To His Nerves.

For A Time They Confronted Each Other Like Two Mute Unspeaking Forts.