A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss

Like Many Other Much-loved Humans, They Believed That They Owned Their Dogs, Instead Of Realizing That Their Dogs Owned Them.

I Should Rather Like To Tear These Last Pages Out Of The Book. Shall I? No-a Journal Ought Not To Cheat.

Am I Really Admitting That My Sister Is Determined To Marry A Man She Has Only Seen Once And Doesn't Much Like The Look Of? It Is Half Real And Half Pretense - And I Have An Idea That It Is A Game Most Girls Play When They Meet An Eligible Young Men. They Just...wonder.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

He Stood Staring Into The Wood For A Minute, Then Said: "what Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?" He Sounded Faintly Sad. Perhaps He Finds Beauty Saddening — I Do Myself Sometimes. Once When I Was Quite Little I Asked Father Why This Was And He Explained That It Was Due To Our Knowledge Of Beauty's Evanescence, Which Reminds Us That We Ourselves Shall Die. Then He Said I Was Probably Too Young To Understand Him; But I Understood Perfectly.