Henry hates the world. What the world to Henry br did will not bear thought. br Feeling no pain, br Henry stabbed his arm and wrote a letter br explaining how bad it had been br in this world. br br Old yellow, in a gown br might have made a difference, 'these lower beauties', br and chartreuse could have mattered br br "Kyoto, Toledo, br Benares—the holy cities— br and Cambridge shimmering do not make up br for, well, the horror of unlove, br nor south from Paris driving in the Spring br to Siena and on . . ." br br Pulling together Henry, somber Henry br woofed at things. br Spry disappointments of men br and vicing adorable children br miserable women, Henry mastered, Henry br tasting all the secret bits of life.