Knowing You Have Something Good

I Loved You. I Was A Pentapod Monster, But I Loved You. I Was Despicable And Brutal, And Turpid, And Everything, Mais Je T’aimais, Je T’aimais!

I Was The Shadow Of The Waxwing Slain/by The False Azure In The Windowpane.

Dear Jesus, Do Something.

The Breaking Of A Wave Cannot Explain The Whole Sea.

We All Have Such Fateful Objects -- It May Be A Recurrent Landscape In One Case, A Number In Another -- Carefully Chosen By The Gods To Attract Events Of Specific Significance For Us: Here Shall John Always Stumble; There Shall Jane's Heart Always Break.