Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.
Silence, beautiful voice.
The old order changes yielding place to new.
And common is the commonplace, And vacant chaff well meant for grain.
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew.
I can't be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)