If We Are To Survive On This

Is It Really Beyond Our Wits To Devise Some Form Of Censorship Which Would Trap Only The Crudely Sadistic?

Each Time That I Have Run Away - And From A Habit It Quickly Became An Illness - I Have Betrayed Someone. Myself, But Not Always Only Myself.

Perhaps This Is In The End What Most Marriages Are - Gentleness, Memory, And Habit.

There Is Only One World The World Pressing Against You This Minute.

Critics Have Been Amusing Themselves For A Long Time By Auscultating Fiction For Signs Of Heart Failure.