I also lingered in the poetry section of the Moose Jaw Public Library where I discovered and delighted in Dante, Yeats, Eliot, Frost, Auden and Wallace Stevens. […] What was a muddle-headed sixteen-year-old Moose Javian to make of The Idea of Order at Key West or The Wasteland?

She unlocked the casket which contained her mother's picture, and gazed even more earnestly than usual on that beautiful face; its frank, glad smile was too painful; it seemed an omen of all that could make a joyous and beloved existence; and yet how had her's terminated!

[…]the Feaſt was ſerv'd; the Bowl was crown'd; To the King's Pleaſure went the mirthful Round: […]

We squad on the fifth of the month.