Quite Like Old Times,' The Room Says.

Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's More Often A Succession Of Jerks.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

Only The Magic And The Dream Are True — All The Rest's A Lie.

A Room? A Nice Room? A Beautiful Room? A Beautiful Room With Bath? Swing High, Swing Low, Swing To And Fro...this Happened And That Happened... And Then The Days Came And I Was Alone.

If I Was Bound For Hell, Let It Be Hell. No More False Heaven. No More Damned Magic.