What A Test That Is: More Than

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

Upon The Demon-ridden Pilgrimage Of Human Life, What Next I Wonder.

Until I Have Been Able To Bury My Head So Deep In Dear London That I Can Forget That I Have Ever Been Away I Am Inconsolable.

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved