The stars that nature hung in heaven and filled their lamps with everlasting oil give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind and I can no longer recall them.
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
