Gradually The Magic Of The Island [corfu]

I Can't Be Expected To Produce Deathless Prose In An Atmosphere Of Gloom And Eucalyptus.

Tea Would Arrive, The Cakes Squatting On Cushions Of Cream, Toast In A Melting Shawl Of Butter, Cups Agleam And A Faint Wisp Of Steam Rising From The Teapot Shawl.

The Great Ecosystems Are Like Complex Tapestries - A Million Complicated Threads, Interwoven, Make Up The Whole Picture. Nature Can Cope With Small Rents In The Fabric; It Can Even, After A Time, Cope With Major Disasters Like Floods, Fires, And Earthquakes. What Nature Cannot Cope With Is The Steady Undermining Of Its Fabric By The Activities Of Man.

I Said I 'liked' Being Half-educated; You Were So Much More 'surprised' At Everything When You Were Ignorant.

What Fools We Are, Eh? What Fools, Sitting Here In The Sun, Singing. And Of Love, Too! I Am Too Old For It And You Are Too Young, And Yet We Waste Our Time Singing About It. Ah, Well, Let's Have A Glass Of Wine, Eh?