My yesterdays walk with me. They keep step, they are grey faces that peer over my shoulder. (speaking of his wartime service)
William Golding Quotes
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind.
Among the virtues and vices that make up the British character, we have one vice, at least, that Americans ought to view with sympathy. For they appear to be the only people who share it with us. I mean our worship of the antique. I do not refer to beauty or even historical association. I […]
