We Do Justice Coldly, Injustice

My Thought Has Been Shaped By Books; My Desires By Pictures.

Ironic And Jittery, We Are Puzzled By The Old Heroes With Their Fighting, Boasting, And Cocksure Lovemaking.

If I Had Found The Words I Was Looking For, I Would Not Have Read So Much.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

The Wretchedness Of Failure Is The Great Attraction Of Success.