That damned Spider.
[To wander and hang and float about]
To-morrow
MY damnedest damningest quality is Wavering—Wavering—
I might say I prefer the dawn to the twilight or the twilight to the dawn.
Neither would be true.
I love the dawn—I love the twilight.
What I unconsciously prefer is the long negative Wavering space-of-day between the two.
I might say I prefer heaven to hell or hell to heaven.