And as far as I can see the world is too old for us to talk about it with our new words.
Everything I wrote was true because I believed what I saw.
The only truth is music.
Man, wow, there's so many things to do, so many things to write! How to even begin to get it all down and without modified restraints and all hung-up on like literary inhibitions and grammatical fears.
And the Hippos were boiled in their tanks!
My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness.