I delight to come to my bearingsnot walk in procession with pomp and parade in a conspicuous place but to walk even with the Builder of the universe if I maynot to live in this restless nervous bustling trivial Nineteenth Century but stand or sit thoughtfully while it goes by. What are men celebrating They are all on a committee of arrangements and hourly expect a speech from somebody. God is only the president of the day and Webster is his orator. I love to weigh to settle to gravitate toward that which most strongly and rightfully attracts menot hang by the beam of the scale and try to weigh lessnot suppose a case but take the case that is
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.