You Cried For Night - It Falls.

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

[t]he Syndrome Known As Life Is Too Diffuse To Admit Of Palliation. For Every Symptom That Is Eased, Another Is Made Worse. The Horse Leech's Daughter Is A Closed System. Her Quantum Of Wantum Cannot Vary.

It's Impossible I Should Have A Mind And I Have One

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

I Want Very Much To Be Back In The Caul, On My Back In The Dark Forever.