That author has drawn the happiest lot who as an old man can say that all of life-engendering, strengthening, elevating, enlightening thought and feeling that was in him lives on in his writings, and that he himself is now nothing but the grey ashes, while the fire has everywhere been rescued and borne forward.
Dear D. H. Lawrence, DHL, Lorenzo, Saint Lorenzo, Poet, philosopher, prophet, savior for our times: Your writings mean more to me than words can say. I came so close to meeting you through your writings so many times in the past, but it took much time before we became properly acquainted. It is a strange set of occurrences that barred me from the knowledge of your works at earlier moments of my personal history, but perhaps it is destiny. You have changed my life for the better, shown me a path forward, and exposed the sham of the modern canaille. I realize nothing I write can properly express my thanks for all you have given my mind, heart, and soul, so I will just utter the following prayer: Lorenzo, may you have reached the Goal, the Dark God, after your long journey on the ship of death, may you have resurrected as the phoenix you so loved, may you fly through the heavens inspiring the awe of the Gods and angels, and may your writings burn brightly with an immortal flame that burns down this technological hell!