“ In great thick dusty books he readAnd hardly ever went to bedBefore it was e ”
I, while the gods laugh, the world's vortex am;Maelström of passions in that hidden seaWhose waves of all-time lap the coasts of me;And in small compass the dark waters cram.
~ Mervyn Peake
He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt.
It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others. He saw in happiness the seeds of independence, and in independence the seeds of revolt. But on an occasion such as this it was different, for the spirit of convention was being rigorously adhered to, and in between his ribs Mr. Flay experienced twinges of pleasure.
It was not often that Flay approved of happiness in others.
