The current flows fast and furious. It issues in a spate of words from >>
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but >>
It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exact >>
Old age is the verdict of life. >>
We pay when old for the excesses of youth. >>
I think when the full horror of being fifty hits you, you should stay >>
Now, aged 50, I'm just poised to shoot forth quite free straight and undeflected my bolts whatever they are.