So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

When Lovely Woman Stoops To Folly And Paces About Her Room Again, Alone, She Smooths Her Hair With Automatic Hand, And Puts A Record On The Gramophone.

Distracted From Distraction By Distraction

We Must Learn To Suffer More.

O Dark Dark Dark. They All Go Into The Dark, The Vacant Interstellar Spaces, The Vacant Into The Vacant

Till Human Voices Wake Us, And We Drown.