My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In

Ray, What You Got To Do Is Go Climb A Mountain.

Ah Japhy You Taught Me The Final Lesson Of Them All, You Can't Fall Off A Mountain.

We Were On The Roof Of America And All We Could Do Was Yell

A Man Who Allows Wild Passion To Arise Within, Himself Burns His Heart, Then After Burning Adds The Wind That Thereto Which Ignites The Fire Again, Or Not, As The Case May Be.

Lying Mouth To Mouth, Kiss To Kiss In The Pillow Dark, Loin To Loin In Unbelievable Surrendering Sweetness So Distant From All Our Mental Fearful Abstractions It Makes You Wonder Why Men Have Termed God Antisexual Somehow (p. 148)