If I Had The Use

There's No Lack Of Void.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

All I Know Is What The Words Know, And Dead Things, And That Makes A Handsome Little Sum, With A Beginning And A Middle And An End, As In The Well-built Phrase And The Long Sonata Of The Dead.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

Be Again, Be Again. (pause.) All That Old Misery. (pause.) Once Wasn't Enough For You.