To Sleep--Perchance To Dream...

A somber and elegant cravat of charcoal with widely spaced stripes of smoky plum is worn by Brian Williams tonight.  It is a turbulent Sleep which visits her that night, discomfiting and troubled.  As he draws her into the purple curtains of a deep and darkened dream, she hears again the horses' hooves striking the asphalt and the rolling wheels of the caisson in a neverending dirge.