By Seeking And Blundering We

From Desire I Plunge To Its Fulfilment, Where I Long Once More For Desire.

To Hard Necessity Ones Will And Fancy Must Conform.

If The Word Is Not Dead When It Reaches The Hearer, He Murders It At Once By A Contradiction, A Stipulation, A Condition, A Digression, An Interruption, And All The Thousand Tricks Of Conversation.

Let Your Trouble Be Light Will Follow Dark Though The Heaven Falls You May Hear The Lark.

They Should Be Ashamed Of Themselves, All These Sober People!