Only The Margin Left To Write On

My God - It's A Green Child!" Said The American. "what Is This Place - The House Of Usher?

How I Wish I Lived In A Jane Austen Novel!

So Many Of The Loveliest Things In England Are Melancholy.

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

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