“Bliss it was in that dawn to be aliveBut to be young was very heaven.”

“Oh bliss, bliss and heaven... Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh... And then, a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now... I knew such lovely pictures - Alex”

“No heavenly power will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.”

“The blessed in the kingdom of heaven will see the punishments of the damned, in order that their bliss be more delightful for them.”

“Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.”

“For the young people could not talk. And why should they? Shout, embrace, swing, be up at dawn...”