Since the majority of me Rejects the majority of you, Debating ends forthwith, and we Divide.'' Philip Larkin
Get stewed:Books are a load of crap.
So many things I had thought forgotten Return to my mind with stranger pain: Like letters that arrive addressed to someone Who left the house so many years ago.
Death: the anaesthetic from which none come round.
Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
And the case of butterflies so rich it looks As if all summer settled there and died.