To Be A Head Boy,

In Books, Day Breaks, And Night Falls. In Life, Night Rises From The Ground. The Day Hangs On For As Long As It Can, Bright And Eager, Absolutely And Positively The Last Guest To Leave The Party, While The Ground Darkens, Oozing Night Around Your Ankles, Swallowing For Ever That Dropped Contact Lens, Making You Miss That Low Catch In The Gully On The Last Ball Of The Last Over.

I Didn't Realize House Would Be The Central Character, More The Bitter Comic Relief Appearing Occasionally. I Relish His Wounded Nature - The Lameness, The Scarred Byronic Hero.

Now, My Mom Always Said Two Wrongs Don't Make A Right. But She Never Said Anything About Four Wrongs, And That Always Left Me Confused.

People Will Survive, And They Will Find Happiness. Happiness Only Comes When You're Not Looking For It.

I Never Was Someone Who Was At Ease With Happiness.