The Angel and the Author, and others

pubOne.info present you this new edition. I had a vexing dream one night, not long ago: it was about a fortnight after Christmas. I dreamt I flew out of the window in my nightshirt. I went up and up. I was glad that I was going up. “They have been noticing me, ” I thought to myself. “If anything, I have been a bit too good. A little less virtue and I might have lived longer. But one cannot have everything. ” The world grew smaller and smaller. The last I saw of London was the long line of electric