I’m not clear enough in the head to feel anything but varieties of dull anger and arrows of sadness.

“Still, life had a way of adding day to day”

“She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke,(she did not…”

“Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose," she read, and so reading she was as…”

“Again, somehow, one saw life, a pure bead. I lifted the pencil again, useless t…”