A Star Appeared...and Was Momentarily Eclipsed By

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

Sleep Is When All The Unsorted Stuff Comes Flying Out As From A Dustbin Upset In A High Wind.

There Is, They Say, No Fool Like An Old Fool.

And I've Been Wearing Specs Since I Was Three.

I Have A Confession To Make. The Love Affair Of My Life Has Been With The Greek Language. I Have Now Reached The Age When It Has Occurred To Me That I May Have Read Some Books For The Last Time. I Suddenly Thought That There Are Books I Cannot Bear Not To Read Again Before I Die. One That Stands Out A Mile Is Homer's Iliad.