I'm Too Old To Recover, Too Narrow

God Forgives Those Who Invent What They Need.

How Often The Rich Like To Play At Being Poor. A Rather Nasty Game, I've Always Thought.

A Room Of One's Own Isn't Nearly Enough. A House, Or, Best, An Island Of One's Own.

Old Paint On Canvas, As It Ages, Sometimes Becomes Transparent. When That Happens It Is Possible, In Some Pictures, To See The Original Lines: A Tree Will Show Through A Woman's Dress, A Child Makes Way For A Dog, A Large Boat Is No Longer On An Open Sea. That Is Called Pentimento Because The Painter 'repented', Changed His Mind. Perhaps It Would Be As Well To Say That The Old Conception, Replaced By A Later Choice, Is A Way Of Seeing And Then Seeing Again.

The Judgment Of Music, Like The Inspiration For It, Must Come Slow And Measured, If It Comes With Truth.