Sometimes I Ask Myself What

Some Were Brilliant Bordering On Genius. Others, Genius Bordering On Madness

This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Professors Of Classics - Not Even A Professor Of English - Professors Of Classics, They're Something Sacred; It's Almost Like Being A Priest.

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

The Pain Of Not Knowing What To Do Was Exceeded Only By That Of Knowing What I Had Done.