Because the rocks were in the Lake District (I’m serious) I have since been a Romantic.

What could be deader than that?

I don’t mind though and I hope you do not either.

If we set aside the minding we can spend more time jangling these bodies.

You know, jangle them while ye may.

If you line up all the pages in the world there is one hole that matches up through them.

It is where the Plank in Reason breaks.

I am trying to dance backwards into that hole; I think it won’t let me down there unless I am falling.

If I make it I will tell you what I see.