The Very Condition Of Woman

This Head Has Risen Above Its Hair In A Moment Of Abandon Known Only To Men Who Have Drawn Their Feet Out Of Their Boots To Walk Awhile In The Corridors Of The Mind.

We Are Adhering To Life Now With Our Last Muscle - The Heart.

Love Becomes The Deposit Of The Heart, Analogous In All Degrees To The 'findings' In A Tomb. As In One Will Be Charted The Taken Place Of The Body, The Raiment, The Utensils Necessary To Its Other Life, So In The Heart Of The Lover Will Be Traced, As An Indelible Shadow, That Which He Loves.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

Only The Impossible Lasts Forever.