Edith Sitwell's Interest In Art Was Largely

Duty Largely Consists Of Pretending That The Trivial Is Critical.

He Was One Of The Most Supremely Stupid Men I Have Ever Met. He Taught Me A Great Deal.

The Pronoun Is One Of The Most Terrifying Masks Man Has Invented.

Like All Mystics (and Many Novelists, Not Least The Present One) He Is Baffled, A Child, Before The Real Now; Far Happier Out Of It, In A Narrative Past Or A Prophetic Future, Locked Inside That Weird Tence Grammar Does Not Allow, The Imaginary Present.

Science Disembodies; Art Embodies.