I Desire To Press In My Arms

Your Battles Inspired Me - Not The Obvious Material Battles But Those That Were Fought And Won Behind Your Forehead.

I Wanted Real Adventures To Happen To Myself. But Real Adventures, I Reflected, Do Not Happen To People Who Remain At Home: They Must Be Sought Abroad.

A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well And What's Cheese? Corpse Of Milk.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

White Pudding And Eggs And Sausages And Cups Of Tea! How Simple And Beautiful Was Life After All!