The Truth Is The Light And The

Injustice Wears Ever The Same Harsh Face Wherever It Shows Itself.

There Must Be Possible A Fiction Which, Leaving Sociology And Case Histories To The Scientists, Can Arrive At The Truth About The Human Condition, Here And Now, With All The Bright Magic Of The Fairy Tale.

And While The Ice Was Melting To Form A Flood In Which I Threatened To Drown I Awoke One Afternoon To Find That My First Northern Winter Had Set.

We Look Too Much To Museums. The Sun Coming Up In The Morning Is Enough.

...and Yet I Am What They Think I Am.