Canada is a live country - live, but not, like the States, kicking.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

I know what things are good: friendship and work and conversation. These I shall have.

Infinite hungers leap no more I in the chance swaying of your dress; and love has changed to kindliness.

Incredibly, inordinately, devastatingly, immortally, calamitously, hearteningly, adorably beautiful.

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

Stands the Church clock at ten to three? And is there honey still for tea?