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The happiest oldhave nothing and don’t mind.The happiest youngare old before their time.Few these. The others are behind their years,suffer thirteen-year-olds’ fearsinto their twenties,and in their fortieshave appetitefor sins of twenty. But not the bite. .
To Holland House came Elizabeth Vassall, with wealth from her family’s plantations, She had five children by Sir Geoffrey Websterand, at twenty three, created quite a stirwhen she left him for the third Baron Hollandand his more exalted social station.She … Continue reading
The Juggler throwshis batons at the sun.The sky throws them back againlike rain,each and every one. Surely by now he knowswhat it is he’s gaining? Come Mr. Juggler,look at it from your point of view,just how long has it been … Continue reading
The pulling string,which is Time’s tether,bringsand bindsall thingstogetherin the contoured galleries of our minds. Piaf has been deadthese thirty years or moreand yet her voice is bought and sold in any CD store. Yesterday and tomorrow,mingled joy and sorrow,are raw … Continue reading
The furze and brackenis browned and a little battered.The Michaelmas daisiesand brambles shine in the September sun.A Painted Lady slowlyopens and closes its wings. Every momentis a fork in the roadand every forkis always the same,the choice between right and … Continue reading
Why wake him?You woke to nothing,do you think he won’t?Your hand will guide him firmly and away,your lips will teach the nonsense he will say,your sins on himevery day. At best,he’ll pass the testyou failed,but where you wonwill be undone. … Continue reading