“I nipped into this sanctuary late this afternoon and soon heard the dying footfalls of closing time. From now on, my only effort will be to dodge the night watchman. Poets can dodge.”
“Poets can dodge. ("Evening Primrose")”
“How can I fix things if you keep dodging my attempts?”
“It is easy to dodge our responsibilities but we cannot dodge the consequences of dodging our responsibilities.”
“It is easy to dodge our responsibilities, but we cannot dodge the consequences of dodging our responsibilities.”
“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”