Thanks Be To God We Lived So

For The Years, He Felt, Had Not Quenched His Soul, Or Hers.

All Things Are Inconstant Except The Faith In The Soul, Which Changes All Things And Fills Their Inconstancy With Light.

And Yet Her Name Was Like A Summons To All My Foolish Blood.

He Passes, Struck By The Stare Of Truculent Wellington But In The Convex Mirror Grin Unstruck The Bonham Eyes And Fatchuck Cheekchops Of Jollypoldy The Rixdix Doldy.

Masturbation! The Amazing Availability Of It!