“progress… Down one street, up another… It rained on the white goldenrod… one must begin.”
p1
“cherries… But who do you think I am, says white goldenrod? Of course there is progress. Of course there are words. But I am thirsty, one might add. Yes but I love you and besides I have no milk… There are no words.”
p2
“now he must leave her”
p10