I Believe That For His

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.

But Games Always Cover Something Deep And Intense, Else There Would Be No Excitement In Them, No Pleasure, No Power To Stir Us.

I Believe That For His Escape He Took Advantage Of The Migration Of A Flock Of Wild Birds.