I Have A Rotten Habit Of Picturing

There Were Many Words That You Could Not Stand To Hear And Finally Only The Names Of Places Had Dignity. Abstract Words Such As Glory, Honor, Courage, Or Hallow Were Obscene.

In The Spring Mornings I Would Work Early While My Wife Still Slept. The Windows Were Open Wide And The Cobbles Of The Street Were Drying After The Rain.

You Should Only Read What Is Truly Good Or What Is Frankly Bad.

But Paris Was A Very Old City And We Were Young And Nothing Was Simple There.

But Did Thee Feel The Earth Move?