He Was Never Without Misery,

When You Consider The Opportunity And Power He Had To Really Do A Job, And Then Look At The Stupid, Ugly Little Mess He Made Of It Instead, His Sheer Incompetence Is Almost Staggering.

He Was Never Without Misery, And Never Without Hope.

I Don't Understand The Process Of Imagination-though I Know That I Am Very Much At Its Mercy.

Just For Once I'd Like To See All These Things Sort Of Straightened Out, With Each Person Getting Exactly What He Deserves. It Might Give Me Some Confidence In This Universe.

But How Can One Be Warm Alone?