Measure Me While I Live - After

And He Absolutely Had To Find Her At Once To Tell Her That He Adored Her, But The Large Audience Before Him Separated Him From The Door, And The Notes Reaching Him Through A Succession Of Hands Said That She Was Not Available; That She Was Inaugurating A Fire; That She Had Married An American Businessman; That She Had Become A Character In A Novel; That She Was Dead.

And This Is The Only Immortality You And I May Share, My Lolita.

The Nostalgia I Have Been Cherishing All These Years Is A Hypertrophied Sense Of Lost Childhood, Not Sorrow For Lost Banknotes.

Oh, Let Me Be Mawkish For The Nonce! I Am So Tired Of Being Cynical.

A Work Of Art Has No Importance Whatever To Society. It Is Only Important To The Individual.