Perhaps We Are On An Insula Ex

It's Been Said That The Men In My Books Have Been Absent, Or Weak, Or Creepy.

My Father Was An Autodidact. It Wasn't A Middle-class House. Shopkeepers Are Aspirant. He Paid For Me To Go To Private School. He Was Denied An Education - He Had A Horrible Childhood. He Got A Place At A Grammar School And Wasn't Allowed To Go.

He Was Born A Politician. No, Ursula Thought, He Was Born A Baby, Like Everyone Else. And This Is What He Has Chosen To Become.

As I Watch, The Sky Fills With Clouds Of Snow Feathers From Every Kind Of Bird There Ever Was And Even Some That Only Exist In The Imagination, Like The Bluebirds That Fly Over The Rainbow.

The Grim Reaper, Gloria Corrected Herself - If Anyone Deserved Capital Letters It Was Surely Death. Gloria Would Rather Like To Be The Grim Reaper. She Wouldn't Necessarily Be Grim, She Suspected She Would Be Quite Cheerful (come Along Now, Don't Make Such A Fuss).