God knows, there's enough to worry about without worrying about worrying about things.

Some tiny creature, mad with wrath, is coming nearer on the path.

I don't know what it is I'm doing. But it's not that. Despite all evidence to the contrary.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point.

Books, Cats, Life is Good.

If you're doing nonsense it has to be rather awful, because there'd be no point. I'm trying to think if there's sunny nonsense. Sunny, funny nonsense for children — oh, how boring, boring, boring. As Schubert said, there is no happy music. And that's true, there really isn't. And there's probably no happy nonsense, either.

I feel that I am doing the minimum amount of damage to other possibilities that may take place in a reader's head.