This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except reasons you and I don't know. I should not be really surprised if the policeman across the way grew wings, or if the deep sea rose and washed out the chaos of the land. I should not raise my eyebrows if...

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except reasons you and I don't know. I should...

-The Little World- is a fascinating travel book, in which Benson describes her travels around the world, concentrating on China and the USA.

Sarah Brown lives an uneventful little life of charity committee work in 1918 London. Magic sweeps into her life when a witch invites her, David the Dog and Humphrey the suitcase to move into 'the House of Living Alone.' The House of Living Alone a rooming house for the magically inclined, introduces Sarah to witches, wizards, faeries, dragons and flying broomsticks. The story climaxes with a mid air struggle between the little witch and an enemy witch who is intent of bombing London with unpleasant enchantments. This hard to find fantasy novel is once again available in a charming edition.

A key no thief can steal, no time can rust; A faery door, adventurous and golden; A palace, perfect to our eyes-Ah must Our eyes be holden? Has the past died before this present sin? Has this most cruel age already stoned To martyrdom that magic Day, within Those halls, enthroned? No. Through the dancing of the young spring rain, Through the faint summer, and the autumn's burning, Our still immortal Day has heard again Our steps returning."

This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except reasons you and I don't know.

This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope, and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except reasons you and I don't know.