There Sat I, A Faded

Maybe Innocence Makes Its Way Easiest Through The Elemental Chaos Of This World.

Some Books Seem Like A Key To Unfamiliar Rooms In One’s Own Castle.

The Man In Ecstasy And The Man Drowning - Both Throw Up Their Arms. The First To Signify Harmony, The Second To Signify Strife With The Elements.

I Am More Uncertain Than I Ever Was; I Feel Only The Power Of Life. And I Am Senselessly Empty.

Nothing, You Know, Gives The Body Greater Satisfaction Than Ordering People About, Or At Least Believing In One's Ability To Do So.