كعادتي كان أول ما جال بخاطري عندما فتحتُ جفوني هو ذلك الهاجس القديم: هل هناك ما أتطلع إليه هذا الصباح؟

“The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into be…”

“The poet must always, in every instance, have the vibrant word... that by it's …”

“...As I lie there in this position, letting my eyes wander down my breast and l…”

“Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple…”