Bless Thy Simplicity, Tess

Tis Because We Be On A Blighted Star, And Not A Sound One, Isn't It Tess?

I Have Felt Lately, More And More, That My Present Way Of Living Is Bad In Every Respect.

I May Do Some Good Before I Am Dead--be A Sort Of Success As A Frightful Example Of What Not To Do; And So Illustrate A Moral Story.

They Spoke Very Little Of Their Mutual Feeling; Pretty Phrases And Warm Expressions Being Probably Unnecessary Between Such Tried Friends.

I Am The Family Face; Flesh Perishes, I Live On, Projecting Trait And Trace Through Time To Times Anon, And Leaping From Place To Place Over Oblivion.