T HOUGH T e ideas and revelations we invent in our minds, if not set free, die with us. Regret protect or . r . r A n i My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets. In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the eld of vision. In drawing, the trace always proceeds inin the night: it always escapes the eld of vision.
