I Want To Give A

My Words In Her Mind: Cold Polished Stones Sinking Through A Quagmire.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

As I Am. As I Am. All Or Not At All.

All Fiction Is Autobiographical Fantasy.

I Came In At Half Past Eleven. Since Then I Have Been Sitting In An Easy Chair Like A Fool. I Could Do Nothing. I Hear Nothing But Your Voice. I Am Like A Fool Hearing You Call Me 'dear.' I Offended Two Men Today By Leaving Them Coolly. I Wanted To Hear Your Voice, Not Theirs. When I Am With You I Leave Aside My Contemptuous, Suspicious Nature. I Wish I Felt Your Head On My Shoulder.