Hot Water Is My Native Element. I

Another Little Drink Wouldn't Do Us Any Harm.

All Great Art Contains An Element Of The Irrational.

In The Augustan Age ... Poetry Was ... The Sister Of Architecture; With The Romantics, And Their Heightened Vowel-sense, Resulting In Different Melodic Lines, She Became The Sister Of Music; In The Present Day, She Appears Like The Sister Of Horticulture, Each Poem Growing According To The Law Of Its Own Nature.

Hot Water Is My Native Element. I Was In It As A Baby, And I Have Never Seemed To Get Out Of It Ever Since.

I'm Afraid I'm Being An Awful Nuisance.