Yet, Like The Sea And The Gallows,

I Believe That The Gods Themselves Are Frightened Of The World Which They Have Fashioned.

So Do We Discover, In The World, That Our Worst Fears Are Unfulfilled; Yet We Must Fear, In Order That We May Feel Delight.

No Poet Is Ever Completely Lost. He Has The Secret Of His Childhood Safe With Him, Like Some Secret Cave In Which He Can Kneel. And, When We Read His Poetry, We Can Join Him There.

It's Only Recently That We've Discovered That The Artist's Inner Self Is Somehow More Important Than The Public World. I'm Happier To Create Exterior Pieces For The World Rather Than To Express Something I Deeply Feel Or Wish To Say.

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'