To Attain Happiness In Another

In New York City, Everyone Is An Exile, None More So Than The Americans.

I Cry At Nothing, And Cry Most Of The Time.

Woman" In The Abstract Is Young, And, We Assume, Charming. As They Get Older They Pass Off The Stage, Somehow, Into Private Ownership Mostly, Or Out Of It Altogether.

It Is The Same Woman, I Know, For She Is Always Creeping, And Most Women Do Not Creep By Daylight.

The Time Is Approaching When We Shall Consider It Abhorrent To Our Civilization To Allow A Human Being To Die In Prolonged Agony Which We Should Mercifully End In Any Other Creature.