My name is only an anagram of toilets.

I am an Anglo-Catholic in religion, a classicist in literature and a royalist in politics.

Fading, fading: strength beyond hope and despair climbing the third stair. Lord, I am not worthy Lord, I am not worthy but speak the word only.

I am moved by fancies that are curled, around these images and cling, the notion of some infinitely gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

Hungry Hatred, will not strive against intelligence self-interest.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Cling, swing, Spring, sing, Swing up into the apple tree.