November the seventh
The last
Faint cricket

The other man, just as
lonesome as I am
In this empty universe

Hitch hiked a thousand
miles and brought
You wine

Buds in the snow
—the deadly fight
between two birds

Besides, all my New York friends were in the negative, nightmare position of putting down society and giving their tired bookish or political or psychoanalytical reasons, but Dean just raced in society, eager for bread and love.

He had never felt anything like that before - yet somehow he knew that from now on he would always feel like that, always, and something caught at his throat as he realized what a strange sad adventure life might get to be, strange and sad and still much more beautiful and amazing than he could ever have imagined because it was so really, strangely sad.