Well, My Paper Has Asked Me To

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

... For I Know I Shall Be Interrupted-- I Shall Want To Be, Really, Because Life Is Too Exciting To Sit Still For Long.

Though He Had Very Little Latin Beyond "cave Canem," He Had, As A Young Dog, Devoured Shakespeare (in A Tasty Leather Binding).

Wakings Are The Worst Times--almost Before My Eyes Are Open A Great Weight Seems To Roll On My Heart.

What Is It About The English Countryside — Why Is The Beauty So Much More Than Visual? Why Does It Touch One So?