Don't Look For Meaning In

There's Something Dripping In My Head. A Heart, A Heart In My Head.

She Felt, As She Felt So Often With Murphy, Spattered With Words That Went Dead As Soon As They Sounded; Each Word Obliterated, Before It Had Time To Make Sense, By The Word That Came Next; So That In The End She Did Not Know What Had Been Said. It Was Like Difficult Music Heard For The First Time.

Dear Incomprehension, It's Thanks To You I'll Be Myself, In The End.

Enough Of Acting The Infant Who Has Been Told So Often How He Was Found Under A Cabbage That In The End He Remembers The Exact Spot In The Garden And The Kind Of Life He Led There Before Joining The Family Circle.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.