time cannot do to ordinary things what we timelessly do to one another.

“Freud thought that a psychosis was a waking dream, and that poets were daydream…”

“Ah, but what is form but a bum wipe anyhow?”

“Of course there is enough to stir our wonder anywhere; there's enough to love, …”

“Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen — the expressio…”