Time's Flow Stemmed

Housman: It’s where we’re nearest to our humanness.

My scenario is not a happy one, because sometimes I am awash with unconfidence: all those years of scribbling, and all those stages in the itinerary thereof, but where on earth has one got, nowhere?

But I, bearing in mind my limitations, give my work off-hand, without premeditation, and indeed almost in rustic fashion, the caption of Attic Nights, derived merely from the time and place of my winter vigils; I thus fall short of all other writers in the

There are exceptions, perhaps foolish exceptions, and the writer of this paper is conscious of proving the rule.

Radiant Terminus took me somewhere I didn’t want to leave.