The Great And Recurrent Question About Abroad

The Superior Thing ... Was To Be Late. Lateness Showed That Serene Contempt For The Illusion We Call Time Which Is So Necessary To Ensure The Respect Of Others And Oneself. Only The Servile Are Punctual.

There's One Thing About Freedom ... Each Generation Of People Begins By Thinking They've Got It For The First Time In History, And Ends By Being Sure The Generation Younger Than Themselves Have Too Much Of It. It Can't Really Always Have Been Increasing At The Rate People Suppose, Or There Would Be More Of It By Now.

At The Worst, A House Unkept Cannot Be So Distressing As A Life Unlived.

Words, Living And Ghostly, The Quick And The Dead, Crowd And Jostle The Otherwise Too Empty Corridors Of My Mind ... To Move Among This Bright, Strange, Often Fabulous Herd Of Beings, To Summon Them At My Will, To Fasten Them On To Paper Like Flies, That They May Decorate It, This Is The Pleasure Of Writing.

How Agreeable To Watch, From The Other Side Of The High Stile, This Mighty Creature, This Fat Bull Of Bashan, Snorting, Champing, Pawing The Earth, Lashing The Tail, Breathing Defiance At Heaven And At Me ... His Heart Hot With Hate, Unable To Climb A Stile.