She Stood Lost In Eternity

There Was A House We All Had In Common And It Was Called The Past, Even Though We'd Lived In Different Rooms.

He Was A Lovely Man In Many Ways. But He Kept On Insisting On Forgiving Me When There Was Nothing To Forgive.

Among The Monsters, I Am Well Hidden; Who Looks For A Leaf In A Forest?

Cats Of All Kinds Weave In And Out Of The Text; Burroughs Has Clearly Taken To Them In A Big Way In His Old Age And Seems Torn Between A Fear They Will Betray Him Into Sentimentality And A Resigned Acceptance That A Man Can't Be Ironic All The Time.

There Is A Striking Resemblance Between The Act Of Love And The Ministrations Of A Torturer.