The Public - a thing I cannot help looking upon as an enemy, and which I cannot address without feelings of hostility.
John KeatsGive me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.
John Keats