To Hear The World Applaud The Hollow

Is It So Small A Thing To Have Enjoyed The Sun.

All Pains The Immortal Spirit Must Endure, All Weakness That Impairs, All Griefs That Bow, Find Their Sole Voice In That Victorious Brow.

One Has Often Wondered Whether Upon The Whole Earth There Is Anything So Unintelligent, So Unapt To Perceive How The World Is Really Going, As An Ordinary Young Englishman Of Our Upper Class.

History - A Vast Mississippi Of Falsehoods

Still Bent To Make Some Port He Knows Not Where, Still Standing For Some False Impossible Shore.