He Found In The World

Moments Of Their Secret Life Together Burst Like Stars Upon His Memory.

The Light Music Of Whiskey Falling Into Glasses Made An Agreeable Interlude.

To Discover The Mode Of Life Or Of Art Whereby My Spirit Could Express Itself In Unfettered Freedom.

History Is That Nightmare From Which There Is No Awakening.

The End He Had Been Born To Serve Yet Did Not See Had Led Him To Escape By An Unseen Path And Now It Beckoned To Him Once More And A New Adventure Was About To Be Opened To Him.