Inside passage to the world of youth.
The end of the beginning.
Departure and desolation.
Night comes to Coney Island.
Goodnight ladies, goodnight, goodnight.
:Los Angeles to Pork Chop Hill.
Yitzhak Rabin at evening.
On the proposition that if angels could sing, they would sing Mozart.
If we cannot live for something, we will die for something.
On the idea that anti-semitism is soluble in art.
I thought I saw Shelley drowning.
Henry the Eighth finally progresses.
