I Tried To Speak In

Cheers For Spring; For Life; For A Growing Soul.

We Walk The Plank With Strangers.

I Like You, But Not Too Much. I Don’t Want To Like Anybody Too Much.

I May Never Be Happy, But Tonight I Am Content. At Times Like This I'd Call Myself A Fool To Ask For More.

Ironically, Henry James' Biography Comforts Me & I Long To Make Known To Him His Posthumous Reputation He Wrote, In Pain, Gave All His Life (which Is More Than I Could Think Of Doing I Have Ted, Will Have Children But Few Friends) & The Critics Insulted & Mocked Him, Readers Didn't Read Him.