Living In England Has No

Boys Dream Of Native Girls Who Bring Breadfruit, Whatever They Are.

Give Me A Thrill, Says The Reader, Give Me A Kick; I Don't Care How You Succeed, Or What Subject You Pick.

Deprivation Is For Me What Daffodils Were For Wordsworth.

Many Famous Feet Have Trod Sublunary Paths, And Famous Hands Have Weighed The Strength They Have Against The Strength They Need; And Famous Lips Interrogated God Concerning Franchise In Eternity.

... Everyone Young Going Down The Long Slide To Happiness, Endlessly.