It Is Rather Exciting To

I Only Want To Write. And There's No College For That Except Life.

...i Have Noticed That When Things Happen In One's Imaginings, They Never Happen In One's Life, So I Am Curbing Myself.

And At Last Father Flung The Rug Off As If It Were Hampering Him And Strode Over To The Table Saying, 'cocoa, Cocoa!'-- It Might Have Been The Most Magnificent Drink In The World; Which, Personally, I Think It Is.

It Came To Me That Hyde Park Has Never Belonged To London - That It Has Always Been , In Spirit, A Stretch Of Countryside; And That It Links The Londons Of All Periods Together Most Magically - By Remaining Forever Unchanged At The Heart Of A Ever-changing Town.

Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call Decency.