Nothing Good Comes Out Of

Chaos And Intensity Are No Substitute For Lasting Love, Nor Are They Necessarily An Improvement On Real Life.

Everything Previously Moving With The Grain Is Now Against - You Are Irritable, Angry, Frightened, Uncontrollable, And Enmeshed Totally In The Blackest Caves Of The Mind. You Never Knew Those Caves Were There. It Will Never End, For Madness Carves Its Own Reality.

I Am Tired Of Hiding, Tired Of Misspent And Knotted Energies, Tired Of The Hypocrisy, And Tired Of Acting As Though I Have Something To Hide.

St. Andrews Provided A Gentle Forgetfulness Over The Preceding Painful Years Of My Life. It Remains A Haunting And Lovely Time To Me, A Marrow Experience. For One Who During Her Undergraduate Years Was Trying To Escape An Inexplicable Weariness And Despair, St. Andrews Was An Amulet Against All Manner Of Longing And Loss, A Year Of Gravely Held But Joyous Remembrances.

The Assumption That Rigidly Rejecting Words And Phrases That Have Existed For Centuries Will Have Much Impact On Public Attitudes Is Rather Dubious.