Reality Is As Thin As Paper And

Animals! The Object Of Insatiable Interest, Examples Of The Riddle Of Life, Created, As It Were, To Reveal The Human Being To Man Himself, Displaying His Richness And Complexity In A Thousand Kaleidoscopic Possibilities, Each Of Them Brought To Some Curious End, To Some Characteristic Exuberance.

...."the Sound Of A Barrel Organ Rising From The Deepest Golden Vein Of The Day; Two Or Three Bars Of A Chorus, Played On A Distant Piano Over And Over Again, Melting In The Sun On The White Pavement, Lost In The Fire Of High Noon.

My Ideal Goal Is To "mature" Into Childhood. That Would Be Genuine Maturity.

Now The Windows, Blinded By The Glare Of The Empty Square, Had Fallen Asleep. The Balconies Declared Their Emptiness To Heaven; The Open Doorways Smelt Of Coolness And Wine.

The Days Hardened With Cold And Boredom Like Last Year's Loaves Of Bread. One Began To Cut Them With Blunt Knives Without Appetite, With A Lazy Indifference.