Monday, 16 January 2012

'may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.'

Monday, 9 January 2012

'By the time I left to go down town for supper, I was at the high point just short of where intoxication begins to droop into clumsiness or melancholy; and the minute I was outdoors the streets, in the very beautiful late of afternoon weather, improved, that if it can be improved, with the feeling of being alone for a little while, and with the sharp, tender enjoyment of a city I am ordinarily tired in.'