I Don't In Any Sense Think Of

There Are Two Types Of People, You See. One Type Keep Their Heads Straight, And Look Around As They Walk. The Others Look Up - At The Tops Of Houses, At The Eaves And The Lintels And The Roofs, Which Can Tell You When They Were Built - And I've Always Done That.

I Don't Know If I Have A Voice Of My Own. I Don't See Me Being An Important Person With Something To Say. I Haven't. I've Got Nothing To Say. My Opinion Is Of No Consequence Or Value.

So Do We Discover, In The World, That Our Worst Fears Are Unfulfilled; Yet We Must Fear, In Order That We May Feel Delight.

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.

He Stood Beneath The White Tower, And Looked Up At It With That Mournful Expression Which His Face Always Carried In Repose: For One Moment He Thought Of Climbing Up Its Cracked And Broken Stone, And Then From Its Summit Screaming Down At The Silent City As A Child Might Scream At A Chained Animal.