Life Is Cruel And We

Perhaps There Can Be Too Much Making Of Cups Of Tea, I Thought, As I Watched Miss Statham Filling The Heavy Teapot. Did We Really Need A Cup Of Tea? I Even Said As Much To Miss Statham And She Looked At Me With A Hurt, Almost Angry Look, 'do We Need Tea? She Echoed. 'but Miss Lathbury...' She Sounded Puzzled And Distressed And I Began To Realise That My Question Had Struck At Something Deep And Fundamental. It Was The Kind Of Question That Starts A Landslide In The Mind. I Mumbled Something About Making A Joke And That Of Course One Needed Tea Always, At Every Hour Of The Day Or Night.

Of Course It's All Right For Librarians To Smell Of Drink.

There Are Some Things Too Dreadful To Be Revealed, And It Is Even More Dreadful How, In Spite Of Our Better Instincts,we Long To Know About Them.

I Love Evensong. There's Something Sad And Essentially English About It.

I Realised That One Might Love Him Secretly With No Hope Of Encouragement, Which Can Be Very Enjoyable For The Young Or Inexperienced.