In The End, Everything Is A Gag.

This Is A Story Of A Period Between Two World Wars - An Interim In Which Insanity Cut Loose. Liberty Took A Nose Dive, And Humanity Was Kicked Around Somewhat.

Beauty Is An Omnipresence Of Death And Loveliness, A Smiling Sadness That We Discern In Nature And All Things, A Mystic Communion That The Poet Feels.

Ability To Think, Like The Violin Or Piano, Requires Daily Practice

The Building Is A Special Place Because Of Its Architecture; But It's People Who Make It Special By Participating In It.

You'll Never Find Rainbows, If You're Looking Down...