I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.

It came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to London - that it has always been , in spirit, a stretch of countryside; and that it links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of a ever-changing town.

And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.

I'm convinced England's overflowing with eccentric people, places, happenings. Indeed, you might say eccentricity's normal in England.

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.