When I Was Teaching, I

My Body Was Braille For The Creeping Influences.

Wherever That Man Went, He Went Gratefully.

The Bogholes Might Be Atlantic Seepage. The Wet Centre Is Bottomless.

I Don't Miss Teaching. I'm Learning To Take My Time For Myself.

It Is Always Better To Avenge Dear Ones Than To Indulge In Mourning. For Every One Of Us, Living In This World Means Waiting For Our End. Let Whoever Can Win Glory Before Death. When A Warrior Is Gone, That Will Be His Best And Only Bulwark.