where I carried a cross like a prizewhere I bled ink and coffeewhere it all evened outwith war for discourseI spoke but did not seebut at night in the gardenI thought of you
who will secure us against securitythe lock on discoursethe breaking down of valora thing avoided on all occasionslike the adventure of deathor being surrounded by art
the best and mostcommodious pocketis a simple headI took to measuring the measurerdiscoursing with the mindabout discourseand I find himnot so thorough a philosophernot being satisfied with my rule