That's All Life Is - Something Childish

My Love For You Tonight Is So Deep And Tender That It Seems To Be Outside Myself As Well.

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.

Whatever Happens I Have Had These Blissful, Perfect Moments And They Are Worth Living For.

No, No The Mind I Love Must Still Have Wild Places - A Tangled Orchard Where Dark Damsons Drop In The Heavy Grass, An Overgrown Litde Wood, The Chance Of A Snake Or Two (real Snakes), A Pool That Nobody's Fathomed The Depth Of, And Paths Threaded With Those Litde Flowers Planted By The Wind.

Do You Remember Your Childhood? I Am Always Coming Across These Marvelous Accounts By Writers Who Declare That They Remember 'everything.' I Certainly Don't. The Dark Stretches, The Blanks, Are Much Bigger Than The Bright Glimpses. I Seem To Have Spent Most Of My Time Like A Plant In A Cupboard.