Of Course She Had Some Pathetic Illusions

I Am Empty Of Everything. I Am Empty Of Everything But The Thin, Frail Ghosts In My Room.

The Feeling Of Sunday Is The Same Everywhere, Heavy, Melancholy, Standing Still.

They Say When Trouble Comes Close Ranks, And So The White People Did.

He Had Discovered That People Who Allow Themselves To Be Blown About By The Winds Of Emotion And Impulse Are Always Unhappy People.

If She Says Goodbye Perhaps Adieu. Adieu - Like Those Old Time Songs She Sang. Always Adieu (and All Songs Say It). If She Too Says It, Or Weeps, I'll Take Her In My Arms, My Lunatic. She's Mad But Mine, Mine. What Will I Care For Gods Or Devils Or For Fate Itself. If She Smiles Or Weeps Or Both. For Me.