Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes

Walking Down Belmotte Was The Oddest Sensation-- Every Step Took Us Deeper Into The Mist Until At Last It Closed Over Our Heads. It Was Like Being Drowned In The Ghost Of Water.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

Oh, Wise Young Judge.

I Found It Quite Easy To Carry On A Casual Conversation It Was As If My Real Feelings Were Down Fathoms Deep In My Mind And What We Said Was Just A Feathery Surface Spray.

Contemplation Seems To Be About The Only Luxury That Costs Nothing.