If It Weren't For Music, I Would

I Have Always Thought Limousines Make Me Dreadfully Uncomfortable, Just The Way That Suits Do. When I Wear A Suit, I Feel Like Ants And Termites Are Crawling All Over My Body. It's Really, Really Uncomfortable. People Put Themselves In A Kind Of Prison. It's Like The World Of The Embassies.

Quite Possibly There's Nothing As Fine As A Big Freight Train Starting Across Country In Early Summer, Hardesty Thought. That's When You Learn That The Tragedy Of Plants Is That They Have Roots.

Justice Came From A Fight Amid Complexities, And Required All The Virtues In The World Merely To Be Perceived.

Their Powerlessness, Innocence, And Imagination Fused To Enable Them To Turn Time Inside Out, Travel On The Wind, And Enter The Souls Of Animals.

She Died On A Windy Gray Day In March When The Sky Was Full Of Darting Crows And The World Lay Prostrate And Defeated After Winter. Peter Lake Was At Her Side And It Ruined Him Forever. It Broke Him As He Had Not Ever Imagined He Could Have Been Broken. He Would Never Again Be Young, Or Able To Remember What It Was Like To Be Young. What He Had Once Taken To Be Pleasures Would Appear To Him In His Defeat As Hideous And Deserved Punishments For Reckless Vanity.