I See No Reason For

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

At All Events There Is In Brooklyn Something That Makes Me Feel At Home.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

What Is Our Innocence, What Is Our Guilt? All Are Naked, None Is Safe.

Victory Won't Come To Me Unless I Go To It; A Grape Tendril Ties A Knot In Knots Till Knotted Thirty Times