I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent.

“to teach without zest is a crime.”

“Yet Byron never made tea as you do, who fill the pot so that when you put the l…”

“Nothing need be said; nothing could be said. There it was, all round them. It p…”

“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, hum…”