Cruel Blows Of Fate Call For Extreme

Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes I Wonder If It Is Not Only Patience, But Also A Faint Resemblance To Cows.

Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I Shall Find Out What Is Wrong With Me.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

He Stood Staring Into The Wood For A Minute, Then Said: "what Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?" He Sounded Faintly Sad. Perhaps He Finds Beauty Saddening — I Do Myself Sometimes. Once When I Was Quite Little I Asked Father Why This Was And He Explained That It Was Due To Our Knowledge Of Beauty's Evanescence, Which Reminds Us That We Ourselves Shall Die. Then He Said I Was Probably Too Young To Understand Him; But I Understood Perfectly.