Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.
Aldous HuxleyIt’s embarrassing to tell you this, but it seems to come down mostly to just learning to be kinder.
Aldous HuxleyAbused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation.
Aldous Huxley