…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.

I was no good at being a child.

You are safe with me." "I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere.

Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.

In my mind's eye Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.

Mine the long night The secret place Where lovers meet In long embrace In purple dark In silvered kiss Forget the world And grasp your bliss

…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.