Mud Unto Mud!--death Eddies Near--

I Have Been So Great A Lover: Filled My Days So Proudly With The Splendour Of Love's Praise, The Pain, The Calm, And The Astonishment, Desire Illimitable, And Silent Content, And All Dear Names Men Use, To Cheat Despair, For The Perplexed And Viewless Streams That Bear Our Hearts At Random Down The Dark Of Life.

A Kiss Makes The Heart Young Again And Wipes Out The Years.

Canada Is A Live Country - Live, But Not, Like The States, Kicking.

It's All A Terrible Tragedy. And Yet, In It's Details, It's Great Fun. And - Apart From The Tragedy - I've Never Felt Happier Or Better In My Life Than In Those Days In Belgium.

But Only Agony, And That Has Ending; And The Worst Friend And Enemy Is But Death.