Perhaps If I Make Myself Write I

I Wanted To Know More About The Young ... Strange That Though They Laughed So Loud, They So Seldom Smiled. Perhaps Laughter Was Involuntary Whereas Smiling Was Part Of An Attitude To Life.

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

Only The Margin Left To Write On Now. I Love You, I Love You, I Love You.

Ham With Mustard Is A Meal Of Glory

Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To Do A Series: Lives Of The Great Musicians, Reading Time 2 Minutes.