You were my last chance' she's said but don't all women say that? - But can it be by 'last chance' she doesn't mean mere marriage but some profoundly sad realization of something in me she really needs to go on living, at least that impression coming across anyway on the force of all the gloom we've shared -

equally empty, equally to be loved, equally a coming Buddha

What difference does it make after all?--anonymity in the world of men is better than fame in heaven, for what’s heaven? what’s earth? All in the mind.

Who can leap the world's ties and sit with me among white clouds?

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then.

Will you love me in December as you do in May?

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk