It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Thursday, June 15, 2006
The night is interminable And you are far away Only the mosquito's song For company.
Finally silence, And I can hear it -- The echo of longing, The thin wail of grief.