Shaw Writes As If It Were Always

Death Is Hacking Away At My Address Book And Party Lists.

Virtue Sometimes Pretends. Vice Is Always Sincere.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

A Frog In Love Would Not Be Enchanted To Learn That Her Beloved Had Turned Into Prince Charming.

The Little Suckings And Smackings Of The Perversions Are The Sounds Of Joyous Infancy.