To Withdraw Myself From Myself

For The Night Shows Stars And Women In A Better Light.

[my Advice] Will One Day Be Found With Other Relics Of 'a Former World,' When This World Shall Be Former, Underground, Thrown Topsy-turvy, Twisted, Crisped, And Curled, Baked, Fried Or Burnt, Turned Inside-out, Or Drowned, Like All The Worlds Before, Which Have Been Hurled First Out Of, And Then Back Again To Chaos, The Superstratum Which Will Overlay Us.

Such Hath It Been--shall Be--beneath The Sun The Many Still Must Labour For The One.

A Woman Should Never Be Seen Eating Or Drinking, Unless It Be Lobster Salad And Champagne, The Only True Feminine And Becoming Viands.

As Falls The Dew On Quenchless Sands, Blood Only Serves To Wash Ambition's Hands.