Harry Mount, From Class as to Clematis: Reflections on Growing Up

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
William Blake, Auguries of Innocence
And so I whirl around and around, in this breathtaking, vertignious merry-go-round, until the reaper asks me for the last dance.
eulogy to a hell of a dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in that dark green dress…
1947 young writer Truman Capote had the opportunity to visit one of his admired idols, the legendary French author Colette: Shyness, nerves, I…