You Cannot Eat Your Cake

The State Is Concentric, But The Individual Is Eccentric.

He Wanted To Cry Quietly But Not For Himself: For The Words, So Beautiful And Sad, Like Music.

What? Corpus. Body. Corpse. Good Idea The Latin. Stupifies Them First. Hospice For The Dying. They Don't Seem To Chew It; Only Swallow It Down.

No Pen, No Ink, No Table, No Room, No Time, No Quiet, No Inclination.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.