When The Praying Does No

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

When The House Of A Great One Collapses Many Little Ones Are Slain.

Let Nothing Be Called Natural In An Age Of Bloody Confusion, Ordered Disorder, Planned Caprice, And Dehumanized Humanity, Lest All Things Be Held Unalterable!

Literary Works Cannot Be Taken Over Like Factories, Or Literary Forms Of Expression Like Industrial Methods. Realist Writing, Of Which History Offers Many Widely Varying Examples, Is Likewise Conditioned By The Question Of How, When And For What Class It Is Made Use Of.

A Theater Without Beer Is Just A Museum