The Best Years Are When

He Stood Beneath The White Tower, And Looked Up At It With That Mournful Expression Which His Face Always Carried In Repose: For One Moment He Thought Of Climbing Up Its Cracked And Broken Stone, And Then From Its Summit Screaming Down At The Silent City As A Child Might Scream At A Chained Animal.

I Don't In Any Sense Think Of Myself As A Celebrity, Which Of Course I'm Not.

Under The Force Of The Imagination, Nature Itself Is Changed.

I Saw A Ghost Once, About 20 Years Ago. It Took The Form Of Someone Coming Out Of A Sleeping Body And Sitting At The Foot Of The Bed.

And The Smell Of The Library Was Always The Same - The Musty Odour Of Old Clothes Mixed With The Keener Scent Of Unwashed Bodies, Creating What The Chief Librarian Had Once Described As 'the Steam Of The Social Soup.'