He Found What A Grotesque

Life Is Much More Successfully Looked At From A Single Window.

Never Befuddle A Solitary Thrashing With A Last Annihilation.

One Hurries Through, Even Though There's Time; The Past, The Continent, Is Behind; The Future Is The Glowing Mouth In The Side Of The Ship; The Dim, Turbulent Alley Is Too Confusedly The Present.

Want Any Of This Stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I Didn't Answer. Nick?" He Asked Again. What?" Want Any?" No... I Just Remembered That Today's My Birthday." I Was Thirty. Before Me Stretched The Portentous, Menacing Road Of A New Decade.

In Short, You Have Only Your Emotions To Sell. This Is The Experience Of All Writers.