We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing. - William Carlos Williams

I liked this because of the elimination of the essential in the composition. I cut it down and down, and down. This squeezed up to make it vivid.

Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

Pop told me many times after that that he had sent a wire forthwith to Jesse Paine, an old friend and neighbor of ours from Passaic Avenue, then residing in Los Angeles, asking what, if anything, had happened to Lou, his wife. Two weeks later he received a letter saying that Jesse was sorry not to have been able to answer the telegram sooner, the reason being that Lou had been ill; in fact at the time the telegram had arrived, she was in the hospital where, that day, she had been given up for dead, following a serious abdominal operation