I Wondered If The Life

Oh, The Germans Classify, But The French Arrange.

The Trees And Shrubbery Seemed Well-groomed And Social, Like Pleasant People.

For Ever And Anon The Soul Becomes Weary Of The Conventions That Are Not Of It, And With A Single Stroke Shatters The Civilized Lies With Which It Is Unable To Cope, And The Strong Arm Reaches Out And Takes By Force What It Cannot Win By Cunning.

How Terrible It Was To Love People When You Could Not Really Share Their Lives!

Nothing Mattered ... But Writing Books, And Living The Kind Of Life That Made It Possible To Write Them.