Decidedly It Will Never Have

Yesterday Is Not A Milestone That Has Been Passed, But A Daystone On The Beaten Track Of The Years, And Irremediably Part Of Us, Within Us, Heavy And Dangerous. We Are Not Merely More Weary Because Of Yesterday, We Are Other, No Longer What We Were Before The Calamity Of Yesterday.

I Write About Myself With The Same Pencil And In The Same Exercise Book As About Him. It Is No Longer I, But Another Whose Life Is Just Beginning.

To Him Who Has Nothing It Is Forbidden Not To Relish Filth.

Imagination At Wit's End Spreads Its Sad Wings.

That Double-headed Monster Of Damnation And Salvation--time.