A Child Is Born Into A World

Everything We Feel Is Made Of Time. All The Beauties Of Life Are Shaped By It.

Librarians As A Race Tend To Be Tedious.

All Reined Up In Old Language And Old Assumptions, Straining To Jump Clean-hoofed On To A Whole New Track Of Being I Only Suspect Is There. I Can't See It, Because My Educated, Average Head Is Being Held At The Wrong Angle. I Can't Jump Because The Bit Forbids It, And My Own Basic Force - My Horsepower, If You Like - Is Too Little.

I Speak For All Mediocrities In The World. I Am Their Champion. I Am Their Patron Saint.

I Think I Did Have Fantasies About Being An Actor. In Fact, I Know I Did.