If You Are Without Impulses, You Are,

Much Historical Fiction That Centers On Real People Has Always Been Deficient In Information, Lacking In Craft And Empty In Affect.

A Statute Is Written To Entrap Meaning, A Poem To Escape It.

God Takes Out Your Heart Of Flesh, And Gives You A Heart Of Stone.

My Concern Is Less The Monarchy As Such Than The Attempt Of A Fading Colonial Power To Hang Onto Grandeur.

[h]ope Takes You By The Throat Like A Stranger, It Makes Your Heart Leap.