To think that in a moment all will be said, all to do again.

How tell what remains ? But it's the end. Or have I been dreaming, am I dreaming ? No no, none of that, for dream is nothing, a joke, and significant what is w…

I didn't feel well, but they told me I was well enough. They didn't say in so many words that I was as well as I would ever be, but that was the implication.

I marshalled the words and opened my mouth, thinking I would hear them. But all I heard was a kind of rattle, unintelligible even to me who knew what was inten…

All my life's a circle; But I can't tell you why; Season's spinning round again; The years keep rollin' by.

It's like deja vu all over again.

Nothing happens, twice.