If There Was A Little Room Somewhere

Sometimes You Might Think The Machines We Worship Make All The Chief Appointments, Promoting The Human Beings Who Seem Closest To Them.

One Of The Delights Beyond The Grasp Of Youth Is That Of Not Going. Not To Have An Invitation For The Dance, The Party, The Picnic, The Excursion Is To Be Diminished. To Have An Invitation And Then Not To Be Able To Go -- Oh Cursed Spite! Now I Do Not Care The Rottenest Fig Whether I Receive An Invitation Or Not. After Years Of Illusion, I Finally Decided I Was Missing Nothing By Not Going. I No Longer Care Whether I Am Missing Anything Or Not.

Any Fool Can Be Fussy And Rid Himself Of Energy All Over The Place, But A Man Has To Have Something In Him Before He Can Settle Down To Do Nothing.

It Had The Old Double Keyboard, An Entirely Different Set Of Keys For Capitals And Figures, So That The Paper Seemed A Long Way Off, And The Machine Was As Big And Solid As A Battle Cruiser. Typing Was Then A Muscular Activity. You Could Ache After It. If You Were Not Familiar With Those Vast Keyboards, Your Hand Wandered Over Them Like A Child Lost In A Wood. The Noise Might Have Been That Of A Shipyard On The Clyde. You Would No More Have Thought Of Carrying One Of Those Grim Structures As You Would Have Thought Of Travelling With A Piano.

We Complain And Complain, But We Have Lived And Seen The Blossom -apple, Pear, Cherry, Plum, Almond Blossom - In The Sun; And The Best Among Us Cannot Pretend They Deserve - Or Could Contrive - Anything Better.