Him I delight in accepts joy as joy; He is richened by sorrow as a river by its bends - Stephen Spender

All have become so nervous and so cold That each man hates the cause and distant words Which brought him here, more terribly than bullets.

After the first powerful plain manifesto The black statement of pistons, without more fuss But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.

I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion.