How Different It All Was From What

So We Beat On, Boats Against The Current, Borne Back Ceaselessly Into The Past.

The World Only Exists In Your Eyes. You Can Make It As Big Or As Small As You Want

You Have A Place In My Heart No One Else Ever Could Have.

It's Just Because I Love The Past That I Want This House To Look Back On Its Glamourous Moment Of Youth And Beauty, And I Want Its Stairs To Creak As If To The Footsteps Of Women With Hoop Skirts And Men In Boots And Spurs. But They've Made It Into A Blondined, Rouged-up Old Woman Of Sixty.

To The Wingless A More Interesting Phenomenon Is Their (w/e Egg) Dissimilarity In Every Particular Except Shape And Size.