A Heart's A Heavy Burden.

It's Amazing The Way One Can Take A Step Ten And A Half Miles Long And Still Always Land In A Cowpat.

If You Take Myth And Folklore, And These Things That Speak In Symbols, They Can Be Interpreted In So Many Ways That Although The Actual Image Is Clear Enough, The Interpretation Is Infinitely Blurred, A Sort Of Enormous Rainbow Of Every Possible Colour You Could Imagine.

Hope Is The Forward-looking Part Of Memory.

I'm Going Up To My Room Now, Where I May Die.

In Addition, Master Twinkle Seems Convinced That Someone Is Denying Him A Pair Of Stripey Trousers.