Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination.

“There was no treachery too base for the world to commit.”

“She felt drawing further from her and further from her an Archduke,(she did not…”

“...so now, Mrs. Ramsay thought, she could return to that dream land, that unrea…”

“...(for the setting of her beauty was always that - hasty, but apt)...”