Come and help to carry the tray down and we'll have breakfast. What a mercy I thought of bringing the breadknife.
C. S. Lewis
But the detail of the poem shows power akin to genius, and reveals to us that much neglected law of literary history -- that potential genius can never become actual unless it finds or makes the Form which it requires.
I am only trying to call attention to a fact; the fact that this year, or this month, or, more likely, this very day, we have failed to practise ourselves the kind of behaviour we expect from other people. There may be all sorts of excuses for us.
I had at least loved Psyche truly. There, if nowhere else, I had the right of it and the gods were in the wrong.
Always winter but never Christmas.
Let us go on and take the adventures that shall fall to us.