Men Are Simpler Than You

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.

If There’s One Thing That Makes A Man Sick, It’s To Have His Ale Poured Out Of An Ugly Hand.

Last Night I Dreamt I Went To Manderley Again.

We Know One Another. This Is The Present. There Is No Past And No Future. Here I Am Washing My Hands, And The Cracked Mirror Shows Me To Myself, Suspended As It Were, In Time; This Is Me, This Moment Will Not Pass.