I Need my Freedom

I am a free man ― and I need my freedom. I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, ...

What is Meant by Reality?

What is meant by reality ? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable � now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It l...

Poetry with its Bright Palaces

The distinctive features of the world's civilisations are not simply and solely the giraffe and the city of Rome, as the children may perhaps have been led to imagine on the first evening, but also t...