“ The conversation was like the sort one has in dreams—mad but interesting. ”
When the immense drugged universe explodesIn a cascade of unendurable colourAnd leaves us gasping naked,This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal loveWhich alone, as we know certainly, restoresFragmentation into true being.Ecstasy of Chaos
~ Robert Graves
There’s no money in poetry, but there’s no poetry in money, either
About this business of being a gentleman: I paid so heavily for the fourteen years of my gentleman’s education that I feel entitled, now and then, to get some sort of return.
I was thinking, So, I’m Emperor, am I? What nonsense! But at least I'll be able to make people read my books now.
