Oh, Wise Young Judge.

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

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

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

It Is Rather Exciting To Write By Moonlight.

I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen Sink.