Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar square reminds the British what once they were.

…I once found a list of diseases as yet unclassified by medical science, and among these there occurred the word Islomania, which was described as a rare but by no means unknown affliction of spirit. There are people…who find islands somehow irresistible. The mere knowledge that they are on an island, a little world surrounded by the sea, fills them with an indescribable intoxication. These born “islomanes”…are direct descendents of the Atlanteans

Somewhere in the heart of experience there is an order and a coherence which we might purprise if we were attentive enough, loving enough, or patient enough.

A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.

Prohibitions create the desire they were intended to cure.

Odd, isn't it? He really was the right man for her in a sort of way; but then as you know, it is a law of love that the so-called 'right' person always comes to soon or too late.

We are the children of our landscape; it dictates behavior and even thought in the measure to which we are responsive to it.