Of all fatiguing, futile, empty trades, the worst, I suppose, is writing about writing.
Hilaire BellocFor no one, in our long decline,So dusty, spiteful and divided,Had quite such pleasant friends as mine,Or loved them half as much as I did. [stanza 3]The library was most inviting:The books upon the crowded shelvesWere mainly of our private writing:We kept a school and taught ourselves. [stanza 15]From quiet homes and first beginning,Out to the undiscovered ends,Theres nothing worth the wear of winning,But laughter and the love of friends. [stanza 22]You do retain the song we set,And how it rises, trips and scans?You keep the sacred memory yet,Republicans? Republicans?[stanza 36]
Hilaire BellocThe power of the State must be invoked for restoring economic freedom just as it has been invoked for destroying economic freedom.
Hilaire Belloc