He had a mind so fine that no idea could violate it

Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs, rising or falling, grasping at kisses and toys, advancing boldly, sudden to take alarm, retreating to the corner of arm and knee, eager to be reassured, taking pleasure in the fragrant brilliance of the Christmas tree.

In a mind charged with an eager purpose and an unfinished vindictiveness, there is no room for new feelings.

Men live by forgetting and woman live on memories.

Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow