I Shall Be Dumped Where The Weed

You See, She Had Absolutely Nowhere Else To Go.

And What Is Death, If Not A Face At Peace - Its Artistic Perfection.

Look At This Tangle Of Thorns.

Nymphets Do Not Occur In Polar Regions.

- Might It Console You To Know That I Expect Nothing But Torture From Her Return? That I Regard You As A Bird Of Paradise? She Shook Her Head. - That My Admiration For You Is Painfully Strong? - I Want Van – She Cried – And Not Intangible Admiration. - Intangible? You Goose. You My Gauge It, You May Brush It Once Very Lightly With The Knuckles Of You Gloved Hand. I Said Knuckles. I Said Once. That Will Do. I Can't Kiss You. Not Even Your Burning Face. Good-bye, Pet. Tell Edmond To Take A Nap After He Returns. I Shall Need Him At Two In The Morning.