History Goes Out Of Control Almost As

Reading Gives Us Someplace To Go When We Have To Stay Where We Are.

When Poets Go Off The Boil, They Sound Like Bumble Bees; When Critics Do, They Sound Like Sewing Machines.

Looking Backward At What Has Been Lost, I Feel Sad, Then Indifferent, And At Last Relieved.

The Self-righteous Rule Out The Possibility That They Are What Has Gone Wrong.

In Love As In Art, Good Technique Helps.