Honor The Miraculousness Of The Ordinary.

Honor The Miraculousness Of The Ordinary.

But I Can't And Don't Ever Want To Write Bell-yanking Confetti-tossing Hat-throwing Poems.

Each Sudden Gust Of Light Explains Itself As Flames, But Neither They, Nor Even Bombs Redoubled On The Hills Tonight Can Quite Include Me In Their Fear.

I Deeply Adored My Mum. She Was An Extraordinary Person, Even For The Prejudice I'm Likely To Have. She Was Beautiful, Amusing, A Tremendous Elaborator Of Things Into Comic Proportions And Extravagant In Her Imagination.

I Read ' Treasure Island' For The First Time At University. And I Started To Notice Then How Unresolved Some Things Were. Later, I Realised That Stevenson Was Interested In Sequels, And I Wondered Whether He Would Have Gone Back To It Had He Lived Longer.