I Love To Dream, But I Never

I Couldn't Live A Week Without A Private Library - Indeed, I'd Part With All My Furniture And Squat And Sleep On The Floor Before I'd Let Go Of The 1500 Or So Books I Possess.

The Unknown ... Became For Our Primitive Forefathers A Terrible And Omnipotent Source Of Boons And Calamities Visited Upon Mankind For Cryptic And Wholly Extra-terrestrial Reasons, And Thus Clearly Belonging To Spheres Of Existence Whereof We Know Nothing And Wherein We Have No Part.

For Although Nepenthe Has Calmed Me, I Know Always That I Am An Outsider; A Stranger In This Century And Among Those Who Are Still Men. This I Have Known Ever Since I Stretched Out My Fingers To The Abomination Within That Great Gilded Frame; Stretched Out My Fingers And Touched A Cold And Unyielding Surface Of Polished Glass.

What I Used To Respect Was Not Really Aristocracy, But A Set Of Personal Qualities Which Aristocracy Then Developed Better Than Any Other System . . . A Set Of Qualities, However, Whose Merit Lay Only In A Psychology Of Non-calculative, Non-competitive Disinterestedness, Truthfulness, Courage, And Generosity Fostered By Good Education, Minimum Economic Stress, And Assumed Position, And Just As Achievable Through Socialism As Through Aristocracy.

The Cat Is Cryptic, And Close To Strange Things Which Men Cannot See.