Each Man Kills The Thing He Loves.

Life Is, Of Course, Terrible.

He Said It Was Artificial Respiration, But Now I Find I Am To Have His Child.

The Important Thing Is Moral Choice. Evil Has To Exist Along With Good, In Order That Moral Choice May Operate. Life Is Sustained By The Grinding Opposition Of Moral Entities.

It May Not Be Nice To Be Good, Little 6655321. It May Be Horrible To Be Good. And When I Say That To You I Realize How Self-contradictory That Sounds. I Know I Shall Have Many Sleepless Nights About This. What Does God Want? Does God Want Goodness Or The Choice Of Goodness? Is A Man Who Chooses The Bad Perhaps In Some Way Better Than A Man Who Has The Good Imposed Upon Him? Deep And Hard Questions, Little 6655321.

Elgar Is Not Manic Enough To Be Russian, Not Witty Or Pointilliste Enough To Be French, Not Harmonically Simple Enough To Be Italian And Not Stodgy Enough To Be German. We Arrive At His Englishry By Pure Elimination.