To see the universe about, without minding me.Narrator
To skin and film the human race.Narrator
His soul was a vain really.Narrator
A piazza for his summer house on my chimney top.Narrator
I ventured to return to the patio again.Narrator
Looking into his soul, it was as sooty and blank as Cairo smithy.Narrator
She was as silent as a churchyard.Narrator
I mechanically sat down before my wife's chair, when I found myself calmly saying, 'My dear wife, I have a piazza for you.'Narrator
It was the highest point of noon, and everything looked silent as the EternalsNarrator
There was a sort of cold moonlight upon the scene, marking everything in silvery outlines.Narrator