My Thoughts Went Round And Round And

Perhaps I Need Some Shattering Experience To Awaken And Inspire Me, Or At Least To Give Me Some Emotion To Recollect In Tranquility. But How To Get It? Sit Here And Wait For It Or Go Out And Seek It? . . . I Expect It Will Be Sit And Wait.

Of Course It's All Right For Librarians To Smell Of Drink.

There Are Various Ways Of Mending A Broken Heart, But Perhaps Going To A Learned Conference Is One Of The More Unusual.

Perhaps There Can Be Too Much Making Of Cups Of Tea, I Thought, As I Watched Miss Statham Filling The Heavy Teapot. Did We Really Need A Cup Of Tea? I Even Said As Much To Miss Statham And She Looked At Me With A Hurt, Almost Angry Look, 'do We Need Tea? She Echoed. 'but Miss Lathbury...' She Sounded Puzzled And Distressed And I Began To Realise That My Question Had Struck At Something Deep And Fundamental. It Was The Kind Of Question That Starts A Landslide In The Mind. I Mumbled Something About Making A Joke And That Of Course One Needed Tea Always, At Every Hour Of The Day Or Night.

You Know Mildred Would Never Do Anything Wrong Or Foolish. I Reflected A Little Sadly That This Was Only Too True And Hoped I Did Not Appear Too Much That Kind Of Person To Others. Virtue Is An Excellent Thing And We Should All Strive After It, But It Can Sometimes Be A Little Depressing.