Two In Distressmake Sorrow Less.

Ah, The Old Questions, The Old Answers, There's Nothing Like Them!

There Is This To Be Said For Dachsunds Of Such Length And Lowness As Nelly, That It Makes Very Little Difference To Their Appearance Whether They Stand, Sit Or Lie.

Silence And Darkness Were All I Craved. Well, I Get A Certain Amount Of Both. They Being One.

We Are All Born; Some Remain So.

My Notes Have A Curious Tendency, As I Realize At Last, To Annihilate All They Purport To Record.