Are things True At First Light, I wonder ? From The Torrents of Spring will emerge The Garden of Eden, one hopes. From across the bay, one can see Islands In the Stream and The Old Man and The Sea. The nothingness of life reminds us all it is a cruel game – we must ask ourselves For Whom The Bell Tolls ? Death In The Afternoon is not something to contemplate. But A Farewell to Arms might be…….