It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.

“the whole of Victorian literature done up in grey paper ”

“You have been marking the passages that seem to approve of your own character.”

“What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not s…”

“Why does Samuel Butler say, 'Wise men never say what they think of women'? Wise…”