The machines men are so intent on making have carried them very far from the old sweet things.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

I know about her, although she has never crossed my path," he said softly. "I know about her struggles and her defeats. It is because of her defeats that she is to me the lovely one. Out of her defeats she has been born a new quality in woman. I have a name for it. I call it Tandy. I made up the name when I was a true dreamer and before my body became vile. It is the quality of being strong to be loved. It is something men need from women and that they do not get.

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

On the trees are only a few gnarled apples that the pickers have rejected. They look like the knuckles of Doctor Reefy's hands. One nibbles at them and they are delicious. Into a little round place at the side of the apple has been gathered all its sweetness. One runs from tree to tree over the frosted ground picking the gnarled, twisted apples and filling his pockets with them. Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.