It Is My Fate And Perhaps My

George Had Turned At The Sound Of Her Arrival. For A Moment He Contemplated Her, As One Who Had Fallen Out Of Heaven. He Saw Radiant Joy In Her Face, He Saw The Flowers Beat Against Her Dress In Blue Waves. The Bushes Above Them Closed. He Stepped Quickly Forward And Kissed Her. Before She Could Speak, Almost Before She Could Feel, A Voice Called 'lucy! Lucy! Lucy!' The Silence Of Life Had Been Broken By Miss Bartlett, Who Stood Brown Against The View.

Man Has To Pick Up The Use Of His Functions As He Goes Along- Especially The Function Of Love.

Only Connect!...only Connect The Prose And The Passion.

History Develops, Art Stands Still.

We Are All Like Scheherazade's Husband, In That We Want To Know What Happens Next.