Eyes blinded by the fog of thingscannot see truth.Ears deafened by the din of thingscannot hear truth.Brains bewildered by the whirl of thingscannot think truth.Hearts deadened by the weight of thingscannot feel truth.Throats choked by...

This was the beginning. The end is easily foreseen; for, given a young man of Dick’s temperament, longingfor companionship, and another young man of Charlie’s make−up, with a legitimate business to bring the twotogether, and...

There is a bond of fellowship in sorrow that knows no conventionality.