I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes,

The First Cause Worked Automatically Like A Somnambulist, And Not Reflectively Like A Sage.

Somebody Might Have Come Along That Way Who Would Have Asked Him His Trouble, And Might Have Cheered Him By Saying That His Notions Were Further Advanced Than Those Of His Grammarian. But Nobody Did Come, Because Nobody Does; And Under The Crushing Recognition Of His Gigantic Error Jude Continued To Wish Himself Out Of The World.

Did It Never Strike Your Mind That What Every Woman Says, Some Women May Feel?

It Was Still Early, And The Sun's Lower Limb Was Just Free Of The Hill, His Rays, Ungenial And Peering, Addressed The Eye Rather Than The Touch As Yet.

She Was But A Transient Impression, Half Forgotten.