Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.

We Were Restless For Ages...after A While I Heard An Owl Hooting And Calmed Myself By Thinking Of It Flying Over The Dark Fields – And Then I Remembered It Would Be Pouncing On Mice. I Love Owls, But I Wish God Had Made Them Vegetarian.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

Oh, Comfortable Cocoa!