Clear to me at last that the dark I have always struggled to keep under is in reality my most
How hideous is the semicolon.
Words are all we have.
In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
I lay down across her with my face in her breasts and my hand on her. We lay there without moving. But under us all moved, and moved us, gently, up and down, and from side to side.