Nobody Looks At The Moon In The

Sometimes One Who Thinks Himself Incomplete Is Merely Young.

How Well I Would Write If I Were Not Here!

Now, The Old Man Happened To Be The Lord.

They Knew Each Other. He Knew Her And So Himself, For In Truth He Had Never Known Himself. And She Knew Him And So Herself, For Although She Had Always Known Herself She Had Never Been Able To Recognize It Until Now.

So You Begin To Wonder If Leonia's True Passion Is Really, As They Say, The Enjoyment Of New And Different Things, And Not, Instead, The Joy Of Expelling, Discarding, Cleansing Itself Of A Recurrent Impurity.