Words. Words. Words—They do Matter, You Know
He who reads this log—if any man doth—reads my heart; or at least ever so much of it as I shall for the moment willingly show. And this day, the last of May, my heart is full of words. Words. Words. And who shall help us find our words in this, our beloved English tongue, better than Shakespeare? No other man so well showed us how words could be used to dig out the deepest regions of our hearts and pour them forth in a paroxysm of poetry. I have of late—and wherefore I know, but shall not say—been immersing myself in the works and words of this man, and my verdict is this: I highly recommend it, on a regular basis. Imagine...