London Is On The Whole The Most

The Artist Is Present In Every Page Of Every Book From Which He Sought So Assiduously To Eliminate Himself.

Kidd, Turn Off The Light To Spare My Blushes.

He Was There Or Was Not There: Not There If I Didn't See Him.

You Seemed To Me To Be Soaring Far Up In The Blue - To Be Sailing In The Bright Light, Over The Heads Of Men. Suddenly Some One Tosses Up A Faded Rosebud - A Missile That Should Never Have Reached You - And Down You Drop To The Ground.

Always Keep A Window In The Attic Open; Not Just Cracked: Open.