For The First Time, I

Faith Is Simply Whatever Is Real To Us.

In Those Days, I Still Thoroughly Enjoyed The Romance I Called "by Myself"; I Didn't Know Yet How It Gets Lonely, Picks Up A Sharp Edge Later On That Ruins A Day Now And Then-- Ruins More Than That, If You're Not Careful.

As You Know, Human History Is Full Of Evil Deeds, And Maybe We Ought To Think Of Them With Tears, Not Fascination.

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.

Boys Mystified Me, Although I Dreamed Vaguely Of Men.