I Could Marry The Devil Himself If

...i Have Noticed That When Things Happen In One's Imaginings, They Never Happen In One's Life, So I Am Curbing Myself.

I Could Hear Rain Still Pouring From The Gutters And A Thin Branch Scraping Against One Of The Windows; But The Church Seemed Completely Cut Off From The Restless Day Outside--just As I Felt Cut Off From The Church. I Thought: I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

I'm Convinced England's Overflowing With Eccentric People, Places, Happenings. Indeed, You Might Say Eccentricity's Normal In England.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going To Pause Now, And Sit Here On The Mound Repenting In Deepest Shame.