I look back upon my almost couvade-like concern with our baby
A limpid dawn had completely unsheathed one side of the empty street.
The day before, after months of soliciting and cursing, the emetic of a bribe had been administered to the right rat at the right office
I was always ready to sacrifice purity of form to the exigencies of fantastic content, causing form to bulge and burst like a sponge-bag containing a small furious devil
His plangent tonalities I shall never forget, nor shall I ever forgive myself the ill-tempered review in which I attacked him for trivial faults in his unfledged verse
