Each Man Must Have His

How Simple And Frugal A Thing Is Happiness.

A Woman's Body Is A Dark And Monstrous Mystery; Between Her Supple Thighs A Heavy Whirlpool Swirls, Two Rivers Crash, And Woe To Him Who Slips And Falls!

God Changes Appearances Every Second. Blessed Is The Man Who Can Recognize Him In All His Disguises. One Moment He Is A Glass Of Fresh Water, The Next, Your Son Bouncing On Your Knees Or An Enchanting Woman, Or Perhaps Merely A Morning Walk.

Thus Night With All Her Snares Passed Through The Upper World And Baited All Heads Sweetly, Fed All Foolish Hopes, For Night Can Bring To Men All Shrewish Day Denies, Wrapped As A Gift In The Green Leaves Of Opiate Dream.

I Felt Once More How Simple And Frugal A Thing Is Happiness: A Glass Of Wine, A Roast Chestnut, A Wretched Little Brazier, The Sound Of The Sea. Nothing Else.