The End Of A Life Is Always

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

If I Were In The Unenviable Position Of Having To Study My Work My Points Of Departure Would Be The "naught Is More Real ..." And The "ubi Nihil Vales ..." Both Already In Murphy And Neither Very Rational.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

Birth Was The Death Of Him.