Every Grain Of Experience Is Food For

Language Exists Less To Record The Actual Than To Liberate The Imagination.

A Work Of Fiction Should Be, For Its Author, A Journey Into The Unknown, And The Prose Should Convey The Difficulties Of The Journey.

He Said It Was Artificial Respiration, But Now I Find I Am To Have His Child.

Welly, Welly, Welly, Welly, Welly, Welly, Well. To What Do I Owe The Extreme Pleasure Of This Surprising Visit?

The Meal Was Pretentious - A Kind Of Beetroot Soup With Greasy Croutons; Pork Underdone With Loud Vulgar Cabbage, Potato Croquettes, Tinned Peas In Tiny Jam-tart Cases, Watery Gooseberry Sauce; Trifle Made With A Resinous Wine, So Jammy That All My Teeth Lit Up At Once.