The Conch Exploded Into A

I Am Not A Theologian Or A Philosopher. I Am A Story Teller.

For A Small Island [great Britain], The Place Is Remarkably Diverse.

To Be In A World Which Is A Hell, To Be Of That World And Neither To Believe In Or Guess At Anything But That World Is Not Merely Hell But The Only Possible Damnation: The Act Of A Man Damning Himself. It May Be

Towards Midnight The Rain Ceased And The Clouds Drifted Away, So That The Sky Was Scattered Once More With The Incredible Lamps Of Stars.

What Kind Of Human Person Has A Favorite Eraser?