What The Eye Does Not

My Actual Childhood, As Opposed To My Adolescence, Was Not Spent In London.

Librarians As A Race Tend To Be Tedious.

If London Is A Watercolor, New York Is An Oil Painting.

The Best Of Mozart's Works Cannot Be Even Slightly Rewritten Without Diminishment.

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!