Like Solzhenitsyn, I shall return, one bright dusk.

“I am designing the future on beer mats, like Churchill and Stalin at Yalta.”

“Creation unfolds, around us, despite us and through us, at the speed of days an…”

“Oh, aging is ruddy unbearable! The I's we were yearn to breathe the world's air…”

“Oh, eerie'n'so beautsome'n'blue she was, my soul was achin'.”