The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This

So All Things Limp Together For The Only Possible.

That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.

The Fact Is, It Seems, That The Most You Can Hope Is To Be A Little Less, In The End, The Creature You Were In The Beginning, And The Middle.

I Say Me, Knowing All The While It's Not Me.