How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!
I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.
Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.
Oh, it is wonderful to wake up in the morning with things to look forward to!
So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.
The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.