In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.

“Oh, I can see it happening, age after age, and growing worse the more you revea…”

“She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would loo…”

“At the very least, they can be persuaded that the bodily position makes no diff…”

“Clearly one must read every good book at least once every ten years.”