What Goes By The Name

I Hope I Am Not Too Old To Take It Up Seriously, Nor Too Stupid About Machines To Qualify As A Commercial Pilot. I Do Not Feel Like Spending The Rest Of My Life Writing Books That No One Will Read. It Is Not As Though I Wanted To Write Them.

Until The Day When, Your Endurance Gone, In This World For You Without Arms, You Catch Up In Yours The First Mangy Cur You Meet, Carry It For The Time Needed For It To Love It And You It, Then Throw It Away.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

Love Requited Is A Short Circuit.

Tears And Laughter, They Are So Much Gaelic To Me.