If You Pluck Out My Heart To

A Psychiatrist Is The God Of Our Age. But They Cost Money.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

The First Time I Saw A Fingerbowl Was At The Home Of My Benefactress. [...] The Water Had A Few Cherry Blossoms In It, And I Thought It Must Be Some Clear Sort Of Japanese After-dinner Soup And Ate Every Bit Of It, Including The Crisp Little Blossoms.

I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And See Too Clearly.