I Feel I Must Live Alone, Alone,

You Are A Queen. Let Mine Be The Joy Of Giving You Your Kingdom.

I Want, By Understanding Myself, To Understand Others. I Want To Be All That I Am Capable Of Becoming.... This All Sounds Very Strenuous And Serious. But Now That I Have Wrestled With It, It's No Longer So. I Feel Happy- Deep Down. All Is Well.

Do You Remember Your Childhood? I Am Always Coming Across These Marvelous Accounts By Writers Who Declare That They Remember 'everything.' I Certainly Don't. The Dark Stretches, The Blanks, Are Much Bigger Than The Bright Glimpses. I Seem To Have Spent Most Of My Time Like A Plant In A Cupboard.

Who Is To Decide Between 'let It Be' And 'force It'?

England Is Merely An Island Of Beef Swimming In A Warm Gulf Stream Of Gravy.