Now At Last I Know Why I

Everything Tender And Melancholy - As Life Is Sometimes, Just For One Moment.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know.

I Think That The Desire To Be Cruel And To Hurt (with Words Because Any Other Way Might Be Dangerous To Ourself) Is Part Of Human Nature. Parties Are Battles (most Parties), A Conversation Is A Duel (often). Everybody's Trying To Hurt First, To Get In The Dig That Will Make Him Or Her Feel Superior, Feel Triumph.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.