We were always loyal to lost causes...Success for us is the death of the intellect and of the imagination. ~ Professor MacHugh

British Beatitudes! ... Beer, beef, business, bibles, bulldogs, battleships, buggery and bishops.

Broken heart. A pump after all, pumping thousands of gallons of blood every day. One fine day it gets bunged up and there you are... Old rusty pumps: damn the thing else. The resurrection and the life. Once you are dead you are dead.

When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once.

A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk.

The important thing is not what we write but how we write, and in my opinion the modern writer must be an adventurer above all, willing to take every risk, and be prepared to founder in his effort if need be. In other words we must write dangerously

A certain pride, a certain awe, withheld him from offering to God even one prayer at night, though he knew it was in God's power to take away his life while he slept and hurl his soul hellward ere he could beg for mercy.