Today I Must Be Very Careful, Today

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

It Is Strange How Sad It Can Be - Sunlight In The Afternoon, Don't You Think?

I Have Tried," I Said, "but He Does Not Believe Me. It Is Too Late For That Now" (it Is Always Too Late For Truth, I Thought).

She Could Give Herself Up To The Written Word As Naturally As A Good Dancer To Music Or A Fine Swimmer To Water. The Only Difficulty Was That After Finishing The Last Sentence She Was Left With A Feeling At Once Hollow And Uncomfortably Full. Exactly Like Indigestion.

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.