What’s It Good For? A messenger rose delivered this report, I light a little lamp, Raise my hand, then, whatever I love it!
		Trump and trumpeting. Clang and clangor!
			What could I do by cry ‘Ah!’ and stop to finger it? At which point I draw my sword, make passes as if I were stabbing someone to death, cry, “Psh!”
	Blown back across the wheels People drive this way and that that’s safest. Back again to this thing I did…
			You must be proud of your darning, and yet look how the whole of you is in your shoe, soon diminished in size among the swoon!
	About six or seven inches above the mantelpiece, to be exact!
			An old picture for an old room! Board of trustees, rub the mist off my window! Let me count over a few of the things lost in a lifetime… but after life.
	I like to think of it as a present. A spurt in the current!
		The terrible thing about the fourth is that she does nothing at all!
				“A person’s gotta do something before it gets to late there ain’t nothing else to do might as well cultivate”
					– Heng-yin