Life, After All, Should Go Forwards, Not

Walt Whitman, He Who Laid End To End Words Never Seen In Each Other's Company Before Outside Of A Dictionary.

It's The Only Thing That Keeps Me Going These Days, Travelling. Changes Of Scene, Changes Of Faces

Four Times, Under Our Educational Rules, The Human Pack Is Shuffled And Cut - At Eleven-plus, Sixteen-plus, Eighteen-plus And Twenty-plus - And Happy Is He Who Comes Top Of The Deck On Each Occasion, But Especially The Last. This Is Called Finals, The Very Name Of Which Implies That Nothing Of Importance Can Happen After It.

Any Language Is Necessarily A Finite System Applied With Different Degrees Of Creativity To An Infinite Variety Of Situations, And Most Of The Words And Phrases We Use Are "prefabricated" In The Sense That We Don't Coin New Ones Every Time We Speak.

To Read Is To Surrender Oneself To An Endless Displacement Of Curiosity And Desire From One Sentence To Another