I asked her to look at me and after a few moments - (pause) - after a few moments she did, but the eyes just slits, because of the glare I bent over her to get them in the shadow and they opened. (Pause. Low) Let me in.

Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It's awful.

I shall state silences more competently than ever a better man spangled the butterflies of vertigo.

And what I have, what I am, is enough, was always enough for me, and as far as my dear little sweet little future is concerned I have no qualms, I have a good time coming.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.