No changes of support—only Patches of gray, here where sunlig… The house seems heavier Now that they have gone away. In fact it emptied in record time.

That night the wind stirred in the… but it was a wrong one, blowing in… “That’s silly. How can there be a… ‘It bloweth where it listeth,’ as… when we make love or do something…

Cervantes was asleep when he wrote… Joyce slept during the Wandering… Homer nodded and occasionally slep… Proust snored his way through The… Melville was asleep at the wheel f…

And now everyone must sleep. The kiddies are silent for awhile, And yes, singly or in pairs, they come down to the water’s edge… immutably. Rev up the old flivver,…

Alone with our madness and favorit… We see that there really is nothin… Or rather, it is necessary to writ… In the same way, repeating the sam… For love to continue and be gradua…

And in a little while we broke und… suppurations ad nauseam, the wanti… though it‘s simply about being mys… like any tree in any forest. Mute, the pancake describes you.

As I sit looking out of a window… I wish I did not have to write th… I look down into the street and se… And envy them—they are so far away… Not one of them has to worry about…

In town it was very urban but in the country cows were covering the hills. The clouds were near and very moist. I was walking along the pavement with Anna, enjoying the scattered scener...