When Words Cease To Cling Close To

You Have Been Second Always. Tragical? No. You Preferred It To The Usual Thing: One Dull Man, Dulling And Uxorious, One Average Mind- With One Thought Less, Each Year.

Don't Be Blinded By The Theorists And A Lying Press.

The Curse Of Me And My Nation Is That We Always Think Things Can Be Bettered By Immediate Action Of Some Sort, Any Sort Rather Than No Sort.

When Words Cease To Cling Close To Things, Kingdoms Fall, Empires Wane And Diminish.

The Apparition Of These Faces In The Crowd; Petals On A Wet Black Bough.