We have reason to be afraid. This is a terrible place.
We must travel in the direction of our fear.
One must be ruthless with one's own writing or someone else will be.
I cry. Evil dissolves, & love, like foam; that love. Prattle of children powers me home, my heart claps like the swan's under a frenzy of who love me & who shine.
I am so wise I had my mouth sewn shut.
Bats have no bankers and they do not drink and cannot be arrested and pay no tax and, in general, bats have it made.