You have learned enough to see that cats are much like you and me.
I am glad you have a Cat, but I do not believe it is So remarkable a cat as My Cat.
Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
When lovely woman stoops to folly and Paces about her room again, alone, She smooths her hair with automatic hand, And puts a record on the gramophone.
Words strain, crack, and sometime break, under the burden.
In the life of one man, never The same time returns.