… where gradually as you peered trying to make it out gradually of all things a face appeared…
لكن فكر فكر ، انت على الأرض ولاعلاج لذلك
The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.
The more people I meet the happier I become.
People are bloody ignorant apes.
[Y]ou cannot mention everything in its proper place, you must choose, between the things not worth mentioning and those and those even less so.
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
Bloom of adulthood. Try a whiff of that. On your back in the dark you remember. Ah you remember. Cloudless May day. She joins you in the little summerhouse. Entirely of logs. Both larch and fir. Six f...
Another happy day.
لا شيء ينقضي، لا أحد يأتي، لا أحد يذهب، هذا رهيب.
So to every man, soon or late, comes envy of the fly, with all the long joys of summer before it.
On a le temps de viellir. L'air est plein de nos cris. Mais l'habitude est une grande sourdine.
In order to be company he must display a certain mental activity. But it need not be of a high order. Indeed it might be argued the lower the better. Up to a point. The lower the order of mental activ...
I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.
E: Well, shall we go?V: Yes, let's go.(They do not move)
Does it really matter which hand is employed to absterge the podex?
في الظلام . صرير السرير جزء من حياتي لا أحب أن يختفي .
We always find something, eh Didi, to let us think we exist?
The little cloud drifting before their glorious sun will darken the earth as long as I please.
Say that again said the red gash in the white putty.