If I Was Bound For Hell, Let

Sometimes The Earth Trembles; Sometimes You Can Feel It Breathe.

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

My Life, Which Seems So Simple And Monotonous, Is Really A Complicated Affair Of Cafés Where They Like Me And Cafés Where They Don't, Streets That Are Friendly, Streets That Aren't, Rooms Where I Might Be Happy, Rooms Where I Shall Never Be, Looking-glasses I Look Nice In, Looking-glasses I Don't, Dresses That Will Be Lucky, Dresses That Won't, And So On.

Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.

Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?