What was written in wool
has unravelled –
I wade the autumnal shoals to drink my horse and gloomily gloomily stand amidst mists brumal –
In the sky there is a beautiful absence
of words. Some of the best times I ever enjoyed
have been when I was reading it.
You’ll learn nothing from this.
But I want you to watch.
It’s like a foreign language.
I am happy. We all are.
“All this swish and tit gets my nose up. I shall have to fetch it off tonight, Squire. Had me Cherrybums out today, always makes me randified.”
If you would not be starved by cruel masters.
At times I am so pent up with anger.
Be obedient. Do not drink.
Dear friend. Fanny and Clarissa embrace.
England is looking good. Chatter in floral hats and applause all around.
Buried somewhere near here in the sand are the bones of soldiers
Never mind how once they were esteemed – You don’t want to envy them that esteem