Not Many Sounds In Life, And I

The Man Must Have A Rare Recipe For Melancholy, Who Can Be Dull In Fleet Street.

We Do Not Go To The Theatre Like Our Ancestors, To Escape From The Pressure Of Reality, So Much As To Confirm Our Experience Of It.

I Love To Lose Myself In Other Men's Minds.... Books Think For Me.

Do Not Fold, Spindle Or Mutilate.

Wert Thou All That I Wish Thee, Great, Glorious, And Free, First Flower Of The Earth And First Gem Of The Sea.