So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

It's Strange That Words Are So Inadequate. Yet, Like The Asthmatic Struggling For Breath, So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

Our Difficulties Of The Moment Must Always Be Dealt With Somehow, But Our Permanent Difficulties Are Difficulties Of Every Moment.

We Know Too Much, And Are Convinced Of Too Little. Our Literature Is A Substitute For Religion, And So Is Our Religion.

Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The Shower, All Over The Floor. Grrrrr.

All Cases Are Unique And Very Similar To Others.