The Thought Has Cheered Me, And I'd

I Tend Not To Think About The Reading Public At All, Or The Business, When I'm Writing.

The Whole Thing's Illusion, [jacob], And There's Nothing Wrong With That. It's What People Want From Us. It's What They Expect.

After Sixty-one Years Together, She Simply Clutched My Hand And Exhaled.

I Stare At Her For A Long Moment. I Want To Kiss Her. I Want To Kiss Her More Than I've Ever Wanted Anything In My Life.

I Strain To Hear, But My Old Ears, For All Their Obscene Hugeness, Pick Up Nothing But Snippets.