We Are A Most Solitary

Narcissus Never Wrote Well Nor Was A Friend.

We Are Always Talking About Being Together, And Yet Whatever We Invent Destroys The Family, And Makes Us Wild, Touchless Beasts Feeding On Technicolor Prairies And Rivers.

The Earnings Of A Poet Could Be Reckoned By A Metaphysician Rather Than A Bookkeeper.

The Americans Have Always Been Food, Sex, And Spirit Revivalists.

Hardly A Book Of Human Worth, Be It Heaven's Own Secret, Is Honestly Placed Before The Reader; It Is Either Shunned, Given A Periclean Funeral Oration In A Hundred And Fifty Words, Or Interred In The Potter's Field Of The Newspapers Back Pages.