Do you know what would hold me together on a battlefield? The sense that I was perpetuating the language in which Keats and the rest of them wrote!

Consummation is consumption.We cannot consummate our bliss and not consume.All joys are cakes and vanish in eating.All bliss is sugar’s melting in the mouth.

The isolation from any whose interests are the same as mine, the constant, inevitable mixing with persons whose influence will tend in the opposite direction-this is a serious drawback.