Today I Must Be Very Careful, Today

The Perpetual Hunger To Be Beautiful And That Thirst To Be Loved Which Is The Real Curse Of Eve.

There Is No Doubt That Running Away On A Fresh, Blue Morning Can Be Exhilarating.

You Imagine The Carefully Pruned, Shaped Thing That Is Presented To You Is Truth. That Is Just What It Isn't. The Truth Is Improbable, The Truth Is Fantastic; It's In What You Think Is A Distorting Mirror That You See The Truth.

I Watched Her Die Many Times. In My Way, Not In Hers. In Sunlight, In Shadow, By Moonlight, By Candlelight. In The Long Afternoons When The House Was Empty. Only The Sun Was There To Keep Us Company. We Shut Him Out. And Why Not? Very Soon She Was As Eager For What's Called Loving As I Was - More Lost And Drowned Afterwards.

Blot Out The Moon, Pull Down The Stars. Love In The Dark, For We're For The Dark So Soon, So Soon.