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September Is Different From All Other Months. It Is More Magical. I Feel The Strange Chemical Change In The Earth Which Produces Mushrooms Is The Cause, Too, Of The Extra 'life' In The Air - A Resilience, A Sparkle.

In The Shortest Sea Voyage There Is No Sense Of Time. You Have Been Down In The Cabin For Hours Or Days Or Years. Nobody Knows Or Cares. You Know All The People To The Point Of Indifference. You Do Not Believe In Dry Land Any More - You Are Caught In The Pendulum Itself, And Left There, Idly Swinging.

In The Woods Where Snow Is Thick, Bars Of Sunlight Lay Like Pale Fire.

I Must Say, I Hate Money. But It's The Lack Of It I Hate Most.

You Might Drop Your Heart Into Me And You'd Never Hear It Touch Bottom.