They Looked Down On Her; And She

Edith Sitwell's Interest In Art Was Largely Confined To Portraits Of Herself.

Just Those Three Words, Said And Meant. I Love You. They Were Quite Hopeless. He Said It As He Might Have Said, I Have Cancer. His Fairy Story.

These Last Few Days I've Felt Godless. I've Felt Cleaner, Less Muddled, Less Blind. I Still Believe In A God. But He's So Remote, So Cold, So Mathematical. I See That We Have To Live As If There Is No God. Prayer And Worship And Singing Hymns-all Silly And Useless.

I Mean I Never Feel I Feel What I Ought To Feel.

The Profoundest Distances Are Never Geographical.