Never Read A Book To The End,

It's In An Inland Sea That The River Of My Life Ended.

Time, Which Grays Hair And Wrinkles Faces, Also Withers Violent Affections, And Much More Quickly.

All That I've Lived I've Forgotten, As If I'd Vaguely Heard It. All That I'll Be Reminds Me Of Nothing, As If I'd Lived And Forgotten It.

In Order To Understand, I Destroyed Myself.

The End Is Low, Like All Quantitative Ends, Personal Or Not, And It Can Be Attained And Verified.