One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Like all very handsome men who die tragically, he left not so much a character behind him as a legend. Youth and death shed a halo through which it is difficult to see a real face.
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever.