Not Fare Well, But Fare Forward

The Old Should Be Explorers, Be Curious, Risk Transgression, Explore Oldness Itself.

In The Faint Moonlight, The Grass Is Singing

But What Have I, But What Have I, My Friend, To Give You, What Can You Receive From Me? Only The Friendship And The Sympathy Of One About To Reach Her Journey's End.

A Prose That Is Altogether Alive Demands Something Of The Reader That The Ordinary Novel Reader Is Not Prepared To Give.

And All Shall Be Well And/ All Manner Of Thing Shall Be Well/ By The Purification Of The Motive/ In The Ground Of Our Beseeching