<h.d.'s excerpt from "trilogy: the walls do not fall"> 2003-05-15.12:25 a.m. excerpt from "Trilogy: The Walls Do Not Fall" H.D. Yet we, the latter-day twice-born, have our bad moments when dragging the forlorn husk of self after us, we are forced to confess to malaise and embarrassment; we pull at this dead shell, struggle but we must wait till the new Sun dries off the old-body humours; awkwardly, we drag this stale old will, old volition, old habit about with us; we are these people, wistful, ironical, wilful, who have no part in new-world reconstruction, in the confederacy of labour, the practical issues of art and the cataloguing of utilities: O, do not look up into the air, you who are occupied in the bewildering sand-heap maze of present-day endeavour; you will be, not so much frightened as paralysed with inaction, and anyhow, we have not crawled so very far up our individual grass-blade toward our individual star back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad