A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss

Still, Looking Through The Old Volumes Was Soothing, Because Thinking Of The Past Made The Present Seem A Little Less Real.

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

The Key To All Knowledge Comes In Words Of Just One Syllable, Apparently.... There's Only The Last Page Left To Write On. I'll Fill It With Words Of Just One Syllable. I Love. I Have Loved. I Will Love.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.