Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame, the strumpet; all joined hands and made of his heart their dancing ground.

“The sweetness of this content overflowing runs down the walls of my mind, and l…”

“There's just this….an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds …”

“Who would not spout the family teapot in order to talk with Keats for an hour a…”

“Ma la bellezza non era tutto. La bellezza aveva questo guaio: veniva troppo imm…”