" Yesterdayyyyyyy.........."

He started, leaving the last syllable hanging in the air

we leaned forward in our chairs, anticipating the next word.

 " I was ............... ummmm..................... "

He sat in silence, staring out the window. And then, a few minutes later, smiled and left the room.

It was another story we would never know the beginning, middle or end of.

In fact, we had all forgotten what we were going to say.

" A young and vital child knows no limit to his own will . . .
It is not that he wants at the outset to fight other wills,
but that they simply do not exist for him.

Like the artist,
he goes forth to the work of creation,
gloriously alone. "

Jane Harrison () English classical scholar, writer, archeologist