Soon, nostalgia will be another name for Europe.
Anticipation is the greater part of pleasure.
Proposition one: time is a man, space is a woman.
He is, I think, already pondering a magisterial project: that of buggering the English language, the ultimate revenge of the colonialised.
Home is where the heart is and hence a movable feast.
The one-eyed man will be King in the country of the blind only if he arrives there in full possession of his partial faculties--that is, providing he is perfectly aware of the precise nature of sight and does not confuse it with second sightnor with madness.