“PIGEON MY ARSE!”

“It was heavy, and I staggered when I lifted it; but it was strangely satifying to have a real burden upon my shoulders – a kind of counterweight to my terrible heaviness of heart.”

“All unwillingly I opened my eyes - then I opened them wider, and lifted my head. The heat, my weariness, were quite forgotten. Piercing the shadows of the naked stage was a single shaft of rosy limelight, and in the centre of this there was a girl: the most marvellous girl - I knew it at once! - that I had ever seen.”

“With every step I took away from her, the movement at my heart and between my legs grew more defined: I felt like a ventriloquist, locking his protesting dolls in to a trunk.”

“The vase was placed upon my desk, and there were orange-blossoms in it—orange-blossoms, in an English winter!”

“I love you, that is a simple thing to say...but my spirit does not love yours, it is entwined with it.”

“Weep all the artful tears you like. You shall never make my hard heart the softer.”