One Does Not Remember The Winners. One

You Are Safe With Me." "i Am Not At All Safe, With You. But I Have No Desire To Be Elsewhere.

Narration Is As Much A Part Of Human Nature As Breath And The Circulation Of The Blood.

In My Mind's Eye Shakespeare Is A Huge, Hot Sea-beast, With Fire In His Veins And Ice On His Claws And Inscrutable Eyes, Who Looks Like An Inchoate Hump Under The Encrustations Of Live Barnacle-commentaries, Limpets And Trailing Weeds.

There Is A Peculiar Aesthetic Pleasure In Constructing The Form Of A Syllabus, Or A Book Of Essays, Or A Course Of Lectures. Visions And Shadows Of People And Ideas Can Be Arranged And Rearranged Like Stained-glass Pieces In A Window, Or Chessmen On A Board.

Funny Way To Spend Your Life, Though, Studying Another Chap's Versifying.