I Have Tried," I Said,

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful Room? A Beautiful Room With Bath? Swing High, Swing Low, Swing To And Fro...this Happened And That Happened... And Then The Days Came And I Was Alone.

I Am Sad, Sad As A Circus-lioness.

Cold - Cold As Truth, Cold As Life. No, Nothing Can Be As Cold As Life.

The Musty Smell, The Bugs, The Lonliness, This Room, Which Is Part Of The Street Outside-this Is All I Want From Life.