Books don't offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.
Birdsong foamed in the hour-before-dawn garden.
But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.
I'm not a great deep political thinker.
If war's first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.
Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.