Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. “Because if I don’t get going soon, the whole impetus may die–and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge...

I didn’t make any mistake. I know that when he nearly asked me to marry him it was only on impulseIt is part if a follow-my-leader game of second-best we have all been playing –...

He stood staring into the wood for a minute, then said: “What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?”He sounded...

It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.

The family – that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

…[I]f I don’t get going soon, the whole impetus may die—and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.