A GREAT PERHAPS
What is this?
It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
The sadness will last forever.
Write... write... pencil... paper.
I have not told half of what I saw.
Southerly gales, squalls, lee rail under water,
wet bunks.... Hurray for anarchy!
Now I can cross the Shifting Sands.
Please put out the light.
I am off in search of a great perhaps.
God will forgive me. It is his profession.
(Assembled from the last words of Leonard Bernstein, Jean Cocteau, Marco Polo, Richard Halliburton, George Engel, L. Frank Baum, Vincent van Gogh, Theodore Roosevelt, Rabelais, and Heinrich Heine.)