Canadians, do not vomit on me!

Here in the city the worst thing that can happen to a nation has happened: we are a people afraid of its youth.

Memory - the very skin of life.

Boston - wrinkled, spindly-legged, depleted of nearly all her spiritual and cutaneous oils, provincial, self-esteeming - has gone on spending and spending her inflated bills of pure reputation, decade after decade.

Since films and television have staged everything imaginable before it happens, a true event, taking place in the real world, brings to mind the landscape of films.

Houses of evil similarity appeared like rows of disciplined, humiliated orphans.

While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.