At The Worst, A House Unkept Cannot

Parents Are Untamed, Excessive, Potentially Troublesome Creatures; Charming To Be With For A Time, In The Main They Must Lead Their Own Lives, Independent And Self-employed, With Companions Of Their Own Age And Selection.

Miss My Daily Mass, And Have A Superstitious Feeling That Anything May Happen On The Days I Don't Go. However, Nothing In Particular Has.

The Ascendancy Over Men's Minds Of The Ruins Of The Stupendous Past, The Past Of History, Legend And Myth, At Once Factual And Fantastic, Stretching Back And Back Into Ages That Can But Be Surmised, Is Half-mystical In Basis. The Intoxication, At Once So Heady And So Devout, Is Not The Romantic Melancholy Engendered By Broken Towers And Mouldered Stones; It Is The Soaring Of The Imagination Into The High Empyrean Where Huge Episodes Are Tangled With Myths And Dreams; It Is The Stunning Impact Of World History On Its Amazed Heirs.

Mozart Is Everyone's Tea, Pleasing To Highbrows, Middlebrows And Lowbrows Alike, Though They Probably All Get Different Kinds Of Pleasure From Him.

Cruelty Was The Devil, And Most People Were, In One Way Or Another, Cruel. Tyranny, Suppression, Persecution, Torture, Slavery, War, Neglect - All Were Cruel. The World Was Acid And Sour With Hate, Fat With Greed, Yellow With The Triumph Of The Strong And The Rich.