My Gratitude Extends Beyond The Limits Of

Here, In The Bare Dark Face Of Night A Calm Unhurried Eye Draws Sight We See In What We Think We Fear The Cloudings Of Our Thought Made Clear

What Is Any Achievement, However Great It Was, Once Time Itself Is Dead?

What Is All Your Studying Worth, All Your Learning, All Your Knowledge, If It Doesn't Lead To Wisdom? And What's Wisdom But Knowing What Is Right, And What Is The Right Thing To Do?

I've Always Loved Scotland, And I'm Not A Huge Fan Of Big Cities, To Be Honest. I Like Them To Dip Into For A Bit, But I'm Not Sure I Would Want To Live In One Again.

Mr Blawke Always Reminded Me Of A Heron; I'm Not Sure Why. Something To Do With A Sense Of Rapacious Stillness, Perhaps, And Also The Aura Of One Who Knows Time Is On His Side.