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...an Everlasting Funeral Marches Round Your Heart.

A Play Is Made By Sensing How The Forces In Life Simulate Ignorance-you Set Free The Concealed Irony, The Deadly Joke.

Well, I Spent Six Or Seven Years After High School Trying To Work Myself Up. Shipping Clerk, Salesman, Business Of One Kind Or Another. And It's A Measly Manner Of Existence. To Get On That Subway On The Hot Mornings In Summer. To Devote Your Whole Life To Keeping Stock, Or Making Phone Calls, Or Selling Or Buying. To Suffer Fifty Weeks Of The Year For The Sake Of A Two-week Vacation, When All You Really Desire Is To Be Outdoors, With Your Shirt Off. And Always To Have To Get Ahead Of The Next Fella. And Still — That's How You Build A Future.

A Child's Spirit Is Like A Child, You Can Never Catch It By Running After It; You Must Stand Still, And, For Love, It Will Soon Itself Come Back.

Maybe All One Can Do Is Hope To End Up With The Right Regrets.