We shall not cease from exploration

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be: am an attendant lord, one that will do to swell a progress, start a scene or two, advise the prince.

We might remind ourselves that criticism is as inevitable as breathing, and that we should be none the worse for articulating what passes in our minds when we read a book and feel an emotion about it, for criticizing our own minds in their work of criticism.

And they write innumerable books; being too vain and distracted for silence: seeking every one after his own elevation, and dodging his emptiness.

Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

Upon the glazen shelves kept watch Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith The army of unalterable law.