I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. “Mid-thirties. “All right so far,” she said to herself. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. But I had to know for sure. She found it extremely difficult to infuse an air of quiet correctitude into her return through the window, and when she was safely inside she waved clinched fists and executed a noiseless dance of rage. " "Mr.
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