I Feel Strangely Normal.

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

This Is Very Important -- To Take Leisure Time. Pace Is The Essence. Without Stopping Entirely And Doing Nothing At All For Great Periods, You're Gonna Lose Everything...just To Do Nothing At All, Very, Very Important. And How Many People Do This In Modern Society? Very Few. That's Why They're All Totally Mad, Frustrated, Angry And Hateful.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

As The Spirit Wanes The Form Appears

She Is No Longer The Beautiful Woman She Was. She Sends Photos Of Herself Sitting Upon A Rock By The Ocean Alone And Damned. I Could Have Had Her Once. I Wonder If She Thinks I Could Have Saved Her?