The Whole Of Life Is

We Must Discover Security Within Ourselves.

The Last Moments Slipped By, One By One, Irretrievable.

And When The War Broke Out, Its Real Horrors, Its Real Dangers, Its Menace Of Real Death Were A Blessing Compared With The Inhuman Reign Of The Lie, And They Brought Relief Because They Broke The Spell Of The Dead Letter.

But What Are Pity, Conscience, Or Fear To The Brazen Pair, Compared With The Living Sorcery Of Their Hot Embraces?

An Unshared Happiness Is Not Happiness.