So Janie Waited A Bloom Time, And

My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes Of Doubt.

The Haitian People Are Gentle And Lovable Except For Their Enormous And Unconscious Cruelty.

When The People Sat Around On The Porch And Passed Around The Pictures Of Their Thoughts For The Others To Look At And See, It Was Nice. The Fact That The Thought Pictures Were Always Crayon Enlargements Of Life Made It Even Nicer To Listen To.

Janie Looked Down On Him And Felt A Self-crushing Love. So Her Soul Crawled Out From Its Hiding Place.

Love Makes Your Soul Crawl Out From Its Hiding Place.