If I Had The Use Of My

What Is That Unforgettable Line?

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain On Silence And Nothingness.

What Do We Do Now, Now That We Are Happy?

Hold The Old Holding Hand. Hold And Be Held. Plod On And Never Recede. Slowly With Never A Pause Plod On And Never Recede.