The Future Is A Fog That Is

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

I Must Always Forget How One Word Is Able To Pick Out Another, To Manner Another, Until I Have Got Something I Might Have Said... But Did Not.