"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moo...

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.
I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.












