Chapter 1 

"Women have stories to tell and long into the night she will tell you her stories."

"Terrible, cruel world," he thinks. It is followed by a complex vision of power and organization. "Perhaps," he thinks again, "if the world is suddenly conscious of its injustice it would instantly transform. No? Good, I will write down my objections to the injustice and describe them as a sicentist would describe the arrogant bug.

Among the women are hunter's of women and he hears their plangent sound.

Big, round, and hairy come the hunters of women.

But then there is the professor and he gives the impression he has compassion for all living things but turns and harms the nearest, most innocent child.

Pleasure is the central organizing principle of youth. Choas either drives them out or kills them.
"Yes the love, the love
Love that is lost
Love that is gained;
Eternity won, eternity lost
Eternity won again."

"Old guy! Keep your hands off the devlopment of that child!"

When youth has joy, age has worry.

Horrible spirits surround genius to warn it not to go forward.

There are the lovers disintegrating. When will they stop dreaming about the other? When will they forget the soft and rolling nights of unconscious love?

"Old guy! Defend yourself."

"The young forget that I, too, was young; young until it nearly killed me, young until I was accused for it, young until no one would look me in the eye. The longer you are young the harder it is. I try to draw it out of them quickly."

And young woman, bitter after the disillusionment of youth, what do you have to say for yourself?

"I had to protect secret dreams that I will never give up. My bitterness, as you call it, is the armor I wear to protect my secrets. Everyone knows that but you..."

David Eide
January 24, 2014