The Problem Of Pretending To Be Alive.

We'd Forgive Most Things If We Knew The Facts.

In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

Death Never Mattered At Those Times - In The Early Days I Even Used To Pray For It: The Shattering Annihilation That Would Prevent For Ever The Getting Up, The Putting On Of Clothes, The Wathchign Her Torch Trail Across To The Opposite Side Of The Common Like The Tail-light Of A Low Car Driving Away.

So Long As One Is Happy One Can Endure Any Discipline: It Was Unhappiness That Broke Down The Habits Of Work.

The Argument Of Danger Only Applies To Those Who Live In Relative Safety.