He Makes A Solitude, And

Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The Geometries That Circumscribe Your Working Life Draw Norrower And Norrower Until Nothing Fits Inside Them Anymore.

Go Let Thy Less Than Woman's Hand Assume The Distaff Not The Brand.

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.