With All This Darkness Round Me I

Do We Mean Love, When We Say Love?

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

It's A Rare Thing Not To Have Been Bonny-- Once.

All I Know Is What The Words Know, And Dead Things, And That Makes A Handsome Little Sum, With A Beginning And A Middle And An End, As In The Well-built Phrase And The Long Sonata Of The Dead.

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.